I don't want to distract people from the story, so if you want to read about some things relative to Japanese culture and this story, check the bottom...of the page. So the two of us had made some requirements over the months before we planned on seeing each other again. We both concluded that because she didn't want me to wear a condom, there should still be some form of contraceptive ①. This is our mutual requirement- I don't wear a condom, she takes the pill. I want to feel the pleasure inside. Vicky, Kendra’s mother, had some company with her as I passed her room. Not wanting to disturb her I tried to quietly pass when I was grabbed from behind and dragged into the darkened room. A blindfold was put over my eyes before they could adjust to the darkness and all I heard was Vicky’s voice. She told me that she knew I was a good little cock sucker but she wanted to see how I did it. She told her companion, Jason, to give me something to suck on. As I felt, and smelled, his cock near my. And my god, did I have a fucking brilliant time learning. The hours of the train journey rolled on with the sun beating down onto my freckled shoulders, the chit chat of my friends filling my ears and the smell of fresh cut grass blowing in through the windows. But one thing remained constant, the thought of having sex. Surely I was just unlucky with my first time. I began playing out multiple different situations in my head; imagine if I met someone at reading? He’d have to be perfect, tall,. We chatted for a while and they said they were in the tournament and didnt so well. It was pretty amazing that i had two strange men on both side of me, with my hubby right there! I could see hubs looking to see where my skirt was at and I could also feel their eyes, checking my skirt out as well. I excused my self for the ladies room. I had to get my panties off. Hubby has always talked about that. When I returned after 15 minutes or so as I took my panities to the room, they were all.