I backed up to have a look, and saw four, identical sexy asses. The only way I could tell one from the other, is by looking at their faces.How stuff l...ke this happens, I may never know, but who cares as long as the results are even close to this.I reached out to put my hand on Lynn’s left shoulder and turn her toward me. She’s crying, and she’s laughing too as she falls against my chest and sobs.“Don’t cry. Be happy and let us love you.”“Jerry, I wanted this to happen so bad, and now, my body. Phir dheere dheere wo mera lund apne pure muh mei le kar dheere dheere maze dete hue choos rahi thi. Uski jeeb se ragad or thook se mera pura lund naha liya tha or hotho ki maalish se ek dum tagda ho gaya tha mera lund. Usne apne muh ke har kone se mere lund ki maalish ki or mere lund se apne pure muh ki maalish karai. Phir maine use bola ki mere nikalne wala hai toh usne pure zor zor se mere ko hilane lagi or pura mere lund ka ras apne muh mei daal ke pee gayi. Phir usne dobara mere lund ko. Second of all, she would never like you, and third of all, you probably aren’t even into her.” I knew the last one was untrue, but I could never resist giving denial a chance, as evidenced by my three-year refusal to accept my gayness. While I was struggling against my innate desires, Helen entered the living room without my hearing. Suddenly, I felt a hand tap my shoulder. “What are you thinking so seriously about?” She asked lightly. I jumped and then blushed, trying to ignore how my body had. ”“I like being here,” he said, trying not to look at her thigh, but feeling an erection growing in his jockey shorts.“Here we are just wearing robes,” she said. “I guess it was good we both got so wet.”“Yeah, I guess,” Chester said, looking away then back at her thigh. “We sure got wet, didn’t we?”“Do you think it was fate that we met and here we are with no clothes on except our robes?”“I do, who would have known we would get caught in the rain like that and have to take off our clothes and.