I could tell from her quivers and the way she fingered her cunt.The other men followed suit. Their girls were cleaning them up also. And all the while...the girls were finger fucking themselves and dripping pussy juices down onto their thighs and soaking the pillows. The room was opulent, with beautiful wall art and expensive furniture. It was meant to please the clientele, and it did. But what really pleased us was the sex that we shared that evening. There is nothing like a good bukkake to. The line is silent, she closes her eyes and enjoys her touch and the memory of the hours before.“Who were you out with?” There’s an edge to the question, a mix of fear and salacious curiosity.“Friends, I said”“You’re not telling me something. You’re supposed to tell me everything.”“Am I?”“Yes”“Are you sure?” She lifts her hips for better access to her self.“Yes” He’s stroking his cock, she can tell by the clipped cadence of his words. She takes a deep breath and lets it out with her. He heard of a couple of other guys his age who got blown by fags and were always with girls afterwards. So, this was okay – right?Danny opened the door to number six. Although it was daylight, the d****s were drawn and the whole room was lit with a 40 watt bulb. Enough light to see Juan sitting on the side of a bed still in his white underwear, but it looked like that sausage in it was now hard and the head sticking out of the top waistband. Next to the bed, on a nightstand, Juan told Danny. There was no response so tried calling him. he didnt pick the call but after sometime i got a reply saying am watching.On the next morning i got a message from my friend asking me to come to his home. I had breakfast and went there. i rang the bell and his sister (darshini) opened the door .She is really an awesome figure. she used to be friendly with me on my previous visit to her home.She greeted me and asked me to sit in the sofa. i asked her about my friend she told to wait till he comes..