Ab landline bhi fail thi… Masi mobile ke light on karke ander aayi haal mein uss roshni se bhi unke chamkte hue boobs kya lag rahe the mein kapkappn... shuru kar diya tha masi boli hum logo ko sardi lag jayegi geele kapdo mein ab yahan par ek hi diwan hai aur chadar hai uss par bheechi hui aur kapde nahi hai masi bathroom gayi shyad jor se unko susu lag rahi thi andhera tha mobile ka torch jalakar toilet gayi wahan se jor jor se siiiiiiiii ki awaj aah rahi thi kyon ki nani ka ghar ek dum interior. Ernie had to think fast to explain who it was, he decided to tell Mr Clarkson that it was a friend of his from work who had just come over to drop off some papers. But Mr Clarkson had spent the last hour spying on the house and had not yet seen the work buddy leave. Ernie was now very much getting himself into a sticky situation. Heidi had told Mr Clarkson in length about how she was going out of town for a couple of weeks, was Mr Clarkson keeping tabs on Ernie. Mr Clarkson then dropped a bomb. We walked for nearly twenty mins. My wife and i took turns in carrying our video cam bag which was fairly small by modern day standards but still a decent size bag with all its stuff with it , oboh offered to carry it but there was no way i was gunna let him , no offence but he looked like a hundred metre sprinter and some of videos we took already had my mrs taking my cock up her arse and cumming in a big way .After a little while longer we walked up a gravel alleyway between houses and villas. I stroked myself a few times and brushed my sac against a stand of soft ferns. It felt so good. I walked away from my clothes. Just a few turns between the trees and they were out of sight. It was scary, but so exciting. The air on my naked body, the soft dampness of pine needles under my bare feet, the warm shafts of sun when there was a gap in the trees, the jiggle of my hard-on as I moved, the feeling of vulnerability. How far dare I go? I stroked my cock as I walked. It didn’t take long..