Or aankhe band ki hui thi jisse dekhke mera lund khda ho gaya or main apne lund ko trouser ke uper se hi sehlane laga or darwaje se andar aake khda ho...gaya or bola mummy kya hua aapko to mummy ne jaldi se aankhe kholi or apne kapde thik karke boli beta tu kab aaya to maine kaha bs abhi aaya mummy.To mummy ne pucha tu to sone gaya tha na apne room me. Mujhe laga tu so gaya h. To maine kaha nahi mummy bhukh lagi h to socha aapse kuch bol du khane ko to mummy ne kaha chal laati hu tere liye per us. Brenda and I, along with Courtney, went into the kitchen. We started cooking a nice big supper, leaving Tom to entertain my two guests. They had asked if they could contribute work or anything, but we had nixed that idea quickly, saying guests were treated royally at 'Lost in The Woods Lodge', as I called it.They chuckled at the name, and spent the time warming up. Oscar's partner, Cathy Lafferty, asked for a tour, and I was drafted from kitchen duty to be the tour guide. I showed them through. I was amazed at how much of that huge pole he could take in. He was a deep-throater par excellence. I guessed he visited here often to suck guys off. And no doubt the guy with the massive weapon came here frequently as well, looking for a good time.Both guys had real staying power. The cock-sucking guy was really into it, taking the stiff cock deep into his mouth, then withdrawing, swirling his tongue around the big head, then diving down fast. He kept this up for about 10 minutes, going faster. “That would be great, but you must let me pay, after all I was the one who was rescued.” “I never let a lady pay for a meal, but you can buy the wine if you feel that way.” he agreed. The next night Dan called for Sylvia at her home at 7.30pm and they drove to a cosy little Italian restaurant beside the river. “I hope you like Italian,” Dan queried. “Its one of my favourite foods actually, as I have Italian bloodlines, way back,” Sylvia answered. They settled down in a booth at the back of.