There were many people of his acquaintance who would appreciate knowledge of his find, but an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy had him discount all the ...ales. He had a confidante in Diana, a curator working at the Smithsonian, who had spent her life studying ancient works of art. Jiri considered her a confidante; but none of their confidences concerned affairs of the heart. She was a confidante in the mysteries of the purchase and attainment of cultural artifacts, which certainly had its own. Aaah aaram se…Ye lund to bda garam hai..Aaah mere boob to…Aaah aaaah.. Meri jaan aur jor se shot maro…Aaah bda maza hai….Aaah boob to tum se chud kr bade ho gaye…Ab thode hi din mein in mein milk bhi aa jayega…Aaaah aah hhhaaaye meri jaaan aaah ab tadpao mat…Aaah mere boob..Ooohhh ooooohhh ab nipple chus lo…Aaah…AaaahMaine us pr let gya.Uski nipple gulabi aur kuchh badi thi.Maine ek boob ko jor se pakda.Dusre boob ko dba kr chusne lga..Uski nipple to kamal ki thi..Aaah aah ki awaj ab jor se. I continued to act as if I was sleep so she can believe it. She began touching the towel to act as if she was 'adjusting' it but then her finger traced my jaw line, down to my chest, a few runs over my abs. She finally got down my V cut and I can hear her slurp her lips as if her mouth was watering. She traced up and down my V cut line until it reached my waistline. She was touching the tip of my head. My eyes open wide thinking 'Shit maybe my dick is pretty visible still..' Without hesitation. We got up from the couch and made a circle on the floor facing one another, our three fantastic cocks only inches apart. Slowly we moved our hips forward forcing the heads of our cocks to touch. It was an amazing feeling. I can still remember the warmth I felt as they touched. We rubbed our cocks together for a bit before Jeff suggested we try something new. John and myself said we willing and asked what he had in mind. He took both his hands, wrapped them around our cocks, squeezing them.