Gauthami thanked me again. That night I was thinking about Gauthami. She was a simple Tamilian housewife. She was thin, dark complexioned. But her boo...s were medium. She had an exquisite figure and carried herself elegantly. She had well-shaped buttocks and had luscious dark how her rounded ass. However, I soon forgot about her and slept a disturbed sleep. The next two days I got busy in my work and used to leave early and come quiet late at night. I couldn’t meet Selvaraj or Gauthami for these. If anything the humiliation is just making me hornier. This woman basically told me that I have the smallest penis ever, but she’ll fuck my brains out anyway, I told myself.Irene is now giving me a hand job or a finger job as she puts it. “Although I’ve got to say those are gorgeous man balls” she said as she strokes my little penis with her fingers. “Well thank you.” I replied. “You’re gonna get hard eventually right? Two hot women kissing isn’t enough to get this baby cock of yours hard?” she. Her lips parted wide as she took the fat tip into her mouth and it slid over her tongue as it pushed deeper. She slowly pulled her mouth off, took a deep breath and then swallowed as much as she could in one slow motion.The lawnmower stopped and the air conditioning unit was all you could hear, humming in the background as Ellen slowly sucked me. I watched Brian as he stood behind the mower, his mouth open and his eyes fixed on the sight before him. I put my hands on Ellen's head and pulled her. Bhau’s wife was wearing a typical village type saree (Navaari) and hugged me and Mom. Bhau and his close bearers were in Dhoti, Kurta and Turban. Bhau was having a typical “Mard Maratha” physique with gold chain resting down the neck on dense hairy chest, gold bracelet and gold rings with a steel bangle (Kada) in his right wrist, a tilak on his forehead with dark and thick bunch of moustache between nose and lips. Speaking shortly he was a hairy man with all hairs all over his body. I have.