He chuckled and then called some other guys to confirm. There was lots of cruising. Lots of open sex discussion. “Are you a top or bottom?” (ve...s to bottom) “Do you fist/get fisted?” (I have fisted and am open to getting fisted) “Do you play in threesomes or groups!” (yeah!) “What kind of porn do you like?” (ruff, leather, raw, wild!” “Do you have any fetishes?” (Spandex, jock gear/underwear, public, leather, and cum). I answered all their questions, but got a little nervous. I excused. A long queue formed on one side of the lobby, everyone waiting to pay to go inside. The large banner above their heads said. ‘Christmas Second Hand Fair,’ in smaller print the admission price, ‘£5 adults & £3 children’. Digging my hand into my pocket, I pulled out a ten-pound note. Cash I keep in my tracksuit for an emergency when I go for a jog. I guess this was a good enough emergency to clear my mind.I was in the queue for fifteen minutes, before I could get inside The Great Hall. It was. When we were through with our diner, Kumar invited me to go along with them to their house. I said yes even before he finished his invite – to which he smiled back at me, I’m sure he saw the eagerness in my eyes. As I did not know the location of their house, he suggested that his wife and their younger kid should go with me in my car while he and his elder kid would go with him. He led the way and I followed. During the journey, Renu was chatting up with me. Our conversation was very generic,. I was docile like a lamb. Her hands on my head held my face against her pussy. I started by licking her pussy lips. "Mmm higher " she tilted my head back. "Lick my clit" she instructed. I spent a long time licking her pussy. I could feel her body tense up, her pelvic thrusts to meet my tongue. The discharge of liquid on my face. Her encouraging words. My cock was hard once again. She pushed me away and turned and knelt on the chair pushing her naked brown bubble butt out. Her pussy was open.