I stood up as well, folded his hands in mine, and then proceeded to undo the buttons of his shirt. Almost giddy with arousal, I took off the shirt, an... the t-shirt underneath it. Now, I looked admiringly at the man’s solid chest, while undoing his belt, and fumbling with his pants button.At last, it popped open, and I let the pants drop. The man stood before me naked now, except for his underwear. I knelt down, and pressed my face against his genitals, inhaling the pleasant smell of his neatly. It must be the dirtiest, raunchiest gangbang, with no holds barred. Amit promised with a grin. And today was the day.Lavanya had decided beforehand what she would wear for the, ahem, party. The gangbang was to be held at her own flat, as her parents had gone on an office tour for the weekend, and she had it all to herself. She decided to avoid wearing underwear, as it would only be a waste of time. Lavanya put on some makeover on her face, applying her eyeliner and lip gloss. She wanted to look. She had been in this airport so many times that she was on autopilot as she navigated the concourse towards the baggage claim. Her thoughts were on Craig. It bothered her that he hadn’t returned her call. That’s why she didn’t notice the proximity of the man standing next to her, until his fingers closed around her upper arm. ‘What the hell are you doing, buddy?’ Instinctively, she wrenched her arm back, looked up, and was startled. ‘Keely, its okay, it’s me.’ ‘Craig, are you trying to give me. She undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Kneeling, she removed his shoes and sox as he sat up and removed his shirt. He lifted his butt to allow room to slide off his pants. He sat naked. Suzy stood between his knees as he alternately suckled her nipples and buried his face in her magnificent cleavage. He leaned back to unbutton her skirt before sliding it and her panties down. She trotted them off her ankles. Mr. Clark resumed his facial inventory. Mr. Clark was quite.