So we left the pub and headed up to jims house we got in the pad and he asked if I could go get the beers from the kitchen as he needed the toilet. On...my return I dropped the beers as jim was standing in the living room completely naked stroking his hard cock it looked about same size as mine 7inches.he said come over here I need my cock sucked and your doing it. I didn't need asked twice I was over like and shot down on my knees wanking /licking and sucking him cock. He said your a lair you. My favorite motel was the same one I had been using on and off for over a year. It was owned by an Hindu-Indian family. They were so Indian they spoke in one of the finest British accent I have ever heard. The wife was a bit of a bitch and despite recognizing me as a regular, she never gave me a discount. On the other hand, the husband and his brother frequently gave me ten or even twenty dollars off. At some point the bother went off to open his own motel and the husband started running. *You OK? My head was really hurting there for a moment.* Then I heard her in my head, and sat back surprised. Her voice sounded like she was actually speaking. Before, it had always been slightly fuzzy, but now it was crystal clear, and I reveled in it. *Yeah, I'm fine. I got the headache, too, but it passed. I wonder how powerful we are?* *Well, if you can stand, we can go find out* I swung my legs to the edge of the bed, and slid off, ignoring the slight pain in the back. It hit her across the face, landing in her eye. She did the best she could to look as sexy as possible, but soon realized that was impossible. She looked over at her husband with her one good eye. He was holding the camera with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. She licked the stranger’s dick and hand clean and then grabbed her husband’s dick. She didn’t suck Ricky off, but chose to slowly stroke his cock as the stranger rubbed her pussy from behind. She felt her own orgasm swell.