We reached Howrah station on the morning of 30th. They picked us in a traveler from there and took us to their office in the southern street. We met t...ree more tourists who were already there. Two of them were foreigners, a couple. The girl was very pretty. They served us black tea which was really good. After a while, some more tourists arrived. Many of them were foreigners. We were given some breakfast and then we all took our seats in the traveler.After three hours we reached a river bank.. ..can I ... kiss it?”Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and stupid and with them laughing longer than necessary, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.Mason leaned forward, still chuckling. “You want to kiss it? You’re actually begging to kiss my cock?”I couldn’t stop my head from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said, “Well, I’ll be damned. Queer as hell and…actually...pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert? He wants to kiss my dick! Think I should let. I got so excited and started playing with her breasts. She moaned at me and we both scooted next to each other kissing each other as we got fucked and our breasts bounced up and down. This was the best Valentines Day I had ever had. He fucked steady and hard as I moaned into an orgasm. The other guy had either caught up to us or the woman was easier than I was because she screamed into an orgasm also and we both kissed each other. Usually Jack would pull out but this time he has a sparkle in. I could tell she was turned on as soon as we met at the bar. She sat close to me and placed her hand on my inner thigh (any closer and she would have been holding my cock). My hand went to her inner thigh as well and her legs slowly parted to reveal the warm moist crotch of her panties. She leaned over and told me that the only reason we met at the bar was so she didn’t seem like a slut, but as turned on as she was she no longer cared about first impressions. She suggested we leave the bar and.