Chamke gelo…vablo ghumer bhitar Ram babu r bara dariye gechhe….Kachhe giye bhalo kare dekhte thake..aar bhabe essssssss tar dadar ta ki chhoto..am...n ki bar da tao ato baro noy…Uttejay hater theke chayer cup nichhe pare jay….sei sabde Ram babu amon bhabe uthe basen lungi ta barar upar uthe jay….’Ki holo ki holo…??? O kusum..ki kare bhaglo…?’…Ghabre giye Kusum tukro gulo korate jay….Ram babu or Hat dhare koler upar basiye den…‘Are Kusum tui chhere dey kal Sakale karis…akhon hat kete. Most of the sniggering had stopped but now Tim could hear the stories,the made up nonsense coming from the few men to the left rear, storieseven worse with the help of the free alcohol. He turned to glance andsure enough noticed his old buddies from the club, Nigel and Colin. Theyhad added a couple other smirking jerks and were still looking Tim over.But Tim by now couldn't care less. He was thinking of other things andwith no future here, fuck it. It was a free ride with a free meal. With the tip of his tongue and his lips and a mix of his saliva and my cum, he kept sucking and pulling at them. I lost count of how many times I had an orgasm.At a point I even lost control and pissed a bit in his mouth. He didn’t mind that either and drank it up. When I began to cum with each orgasm he would go to the hole and suck deeply. He would leave it dry and go back to his work on my clit. None of the guys I had in between my legs before had given me such a long and exquisite suck at. ’ He said as he slid out of the car. ‘Wow! This is great!’ We had pulled up on a ridge half way up a forested rise. The land down the slope had been cleared and looked as if it had been farmed at some time past. It was now covered in green grass that looked as if it had been recently mowed. ‘You can’t see them but I have a flock of goats that keep this tidy. I plan to build a dairy and cheese factory here for when I retire.’ ‘Now that’s what I call planning ahead. You can’t be anywhere near old.