“Yes I see him…wow…wow look at that thing…ooo…” A hand dropped to her skirt, her fingers testing her clit out as she half-listened to me. ...“I would like you to bring me a brandy-snifter full of his cum. Do I make myself quite clear?” “Yes ma’am…” She said in awe of my revolting request. I leaned back and beckoned two men with less copious endowments to come and kneel before me, placing one of my feet on each, leaning back with my legs spread on this pair of human footstools. Another woman. Now, I am living in The Netherlands? With Germany, Belgium, and France within easy driving distances? How could I not be excited?” I turned in his arm and moved my free arm to around his neck. His hands dropped to my ass cheeks as I pressed my groin into his, giving him a smile followed by a kiss. “But …” another kiss and more pressure against his hardening cock, “… but the most exciting is doing it all with you.” I took him into a very passionate kiss, wrapping my right knee around his left. And I got another t-shirt. Before I could wear it a girl and her friend popped in. It was embarrassing… She saw my bare naked chest. There was not much of a reaction in their faces and they got in. I apologized and sat on my place. The guy introduced himself to be gaurav and the girl’s name was ruchi, she was a journalism student and the guy is her colleague. As soon as the train started he got down and we kept on talking she was seated opposite to me… She was around 5‘5″. She was not fair, but. It had been in one of these magazines that she had read of the marriage ofthe daughter of a well-known and extremely wealthy family. What had taken hereye amongst the glittering description of the wedding was the fact that boththe bride and groom had attended the Rochville Academy. On impulse she had applied to Rochville, not even knowing the fees that theAcademy required for their tutelage. Fortunately for her, she had encloseda photograph of Peter along with her letter. It was a complete.