The clear mountain spring water that flowed from the cabin’s tap was cool and refreshing. As I drained the last drop from my class, something drew m... to the front door. I flung the door wide opened and listened. Was I imagining the beautiful sounds filling my head with exotic imagery? Was my groggy mind interpreting the song of the autumn wind as some mystical siren’s song as Ulysses did on his epic journey? Were the night creatures of the mountain singing a final farewell to their days as they. Uuuhhh … ssss …. chikhne lagi or bol rahi thi ki bahut dard ho raha hai. fir main thodi der stop kiya or unko kiss karne laga fir jaise mujhe laga ki ab unka dard kam hua hai maine fir ek shots mara to pura 6’’ ka land unki chut main chala gaya. or vo jor jor se chikhne lagi fir maine slow slow chalu rakha or thodi der baad unko bhi maja ane laga to maine jor jor chodna start kiya , jab main unko chod raha tha to vo jor jor se bolne lagi ki chodo chodo jor jor se chodo 3 saal baad chudne ka. Then as I reached the five foot mark from her, another man snagged the stool next to her. "Nice night, my lady," the man said before he kissed her. "Damn," I muttered, as I walked passed them. My pants became less tight, but I still got a quite nice look at a group of women standing towards the corner. I saw a redhead, four brunettes, a blonde and a couple black haired ladies, all showing off some cleavage and wearing short skirts. "A bunch of sexy numbers together, maybe a threesome, four way. With the potential for a discount, I held on to the corset and continued to admire other items. I drifted into the “special” room with the sex toys and risqué lingerie. I was looking in the case with the vibrators, and one caught my eye. It was a flesh colored replica of an erect male penis, and it was giant! “Ever seen one that big?” I jumped as Susan spoke coming up behind me.Embarrassed at being caught admiring the fake cock and her question, I replied shyly that I had not seen anything.