It was nice to be back in this cosy place with the soud of soothing, almost indolent Raga music being played on a sitar. I recognised the tune as Raah...Bhairavi and smiled - it was Pakistani music; the restaurant was owned by Bangladeshi; but it was called Indian, and it seemed like my waiter was Spanish. The meal arrived and I began to eat. As ever it was delicious. As I ate, I took in the music and the atmosphere, the sounds of conversation. The four men nearest to me were English I.T.. Jenny got dressed and left the house shortly after the movie started.By the time the movie was over, we'd polished off a bottle of wine and started on a second. Neither of us were drunk, but we certainly were feeling pretty loose. By the time the credits started rolling, I was lying across the couch with my head in Collette's lap. She was still wearing the same grey skirt and tan blouse she'd left the house in that morning, but had let her hair down and looked absolutely dreamy to me. She had. We soon became an item, making all of the dances, traveling to away games, and hanging out during summer vacations. Of course we had our own private dates to movies which normally ended up with a late night make out session while parked on the shores of Deacon Lake. These were always innocent enough and I saw to it that it stayed that way. When we became seniors, I was named head of the cheerleading squad and Ron was team captain and starting quarterback for the team. We were also both more. Koen was ambivalent about what was going to happen. He wanted the eight inch rod pushed inside him but he was still a bit unsure of the discomfort he knew he was going to experience. Bob moved his hands down Koen’s belly until he found the wet cock head. He gently squeezed the tool in his right hand as he rolled Koen’s balls with the other. Koen raised his ass a bit higher off the bed which spread his cheeks a bit allowing Bob’s hard dick to rest in between the two soft, smooth mounds. ‘Put a.