As I am working the fine black dick to its full stiffness, the uncut tool in my ass is picking up the pace. He then grabs my hips and starts thrusting...a little more forcefully. I start pushing back in rhythm, my hole needing his seed. With one final push, what seems like a pint of cum is unloaded in my ass. I close my eyes and am in heaven.As I open my eyes, the sloppy uncut tool that was in my ass slaps my cheek needing cleaned. Stud number three is pushing his black cock in my ass as I start. I walked back around a dozen rows to a white-haired man."Are you Mr. Feldman?" I again pointed to the boy. "His grandfather?" No," he said. "I think the grandfather is up front, but his name is not Feldman." Sorry," I said. I walked further toward the back.I leaned over to another man."Are you Mr. Feldman?" No," he said.I shrugged like I had failed in my mission."Good. Follow me out in around thirty seconds."He came out the door I had just exited."Come with me," I said."Look —" he said."Just do. It was Anamika masi, in her loose kurti and the pajamas. Mom always told me about her very little wardrobe collection, being limited with loose nighties and the police yellow-green khakhi uniform. I always found my masi hot as she was a lady with just the perfect body and curves. She had fair skin and stood at 5’9 with the body measured as 38-28-40 centimeters. She had her cups secured in 36-D. Being in the police service, she always maintained the very athletic body. She was just a bit taller. I’ve been out here with my family and the people who own this place, sure ... But when I come here alone at night, it’s always been just that. Me alone. No one else was ever worthy to join me. And I’m serious about that, dude.”“Wow ... I’m honored, Alana! Really.”“Cool. But all right, enough suspense. Go on with your story. And stop hogging the joint!”I sniffed and passed it to her. “So okay, we’ll go with that: Heather is ‘out there’. And I guess the simplest thing to say is just to answer.