Arthur saw that and said '...see you done tasted it now. I know you want some more...' I kept my head turned to my left as I looked at Walter close th... blinds and turn back towards us. Arthur called to his brother saying '... I think he wants your dick little brother. Come on over her and let Davey get a taste of your dick...' Walter came near dropping his pants to the floor and steeping out of them, I started to turn my face away when my lips brushed against Arthur's cock and more pre-cum . I put my hand up under his shirt, to finally run my fingers and palm over his silky stomach, and his chest. I am hard now. I lift his shirt over his head, taking the cap with it. I want nothing to obscure his beautiful face. I take off my shirt and pull him close. Warm skin meets. Lips meet. I run my hand down his back, and rub his soft, firm bottom. He squeezes mine. I move my hand to his belt, unbuckle belt and pants and try to pull them down. I sit up and he lays on his back. I pull his. An amount of 10,000 was agreed, a princely sum for the old village woman. As the customs queue stretched on, Rajesh remembered the 3 photos which had come by post.As he looked at the 3 girls his attention was on one lovely face beautiful jutting tits and suck able lips and 17 years old it all seemed perfect. From a dirt poor family (even better), they would consider it God’s blessing to get a daughter married off in Mumbai. Always of a decisive nature, Rajesh fixed up a quick trip back to his. Two months later, they met again at another ball, but this time there was no holding either of them back, Miss Brunswick broke off her engagement that evening after one too many glasses of wine, and the two of them passed most of the night blissfully ignoring the raised eyebrows and disapproving glares as they allowed themselves to truly connect. At the end of the night, she’d brought him home and blown his naïve little mind. Sweet memories of that very night still gave him a disconcerting.