Her initial shock and concern grew into curiosity. Her questions became far more detailed, and the Q&A session started to sound more like a game of "H...ve you ever...?" Then she asked if we could thumb through the photos together.Although still somewhat embarrassed by what had transpired, the wine had taken root, and with the feeling of a liberated man that had just bared his soul, I went to retrieve my laptop to share the most intimate photos of my life with the woman I would be marrying in. They roll me onto my back. As I lay there gasping and panting, they take up position, two on either side of my head and a third on my chest, his wet hard cock finding its way between my tits. I turn my head to one side to take the cock in my mouth as the boy on my chest squeezes my tits together and begins to fuck them. I stroke the third boy as he patiently waits his turn with the “cock whore”. They moan and curse, calling me “whore”, “slut” and “cocksucker”. Oh yes! Yes, I am! I turn my head. Jaise hi maine uska top utara mujhe wahan do doodh ki factory dikhi purple bra ke niche.Main use dekh hil gaya tha. Fir main dono haathon se unhe jir jor se daba ne laga. Itne mein usne bola, “Harsh niche isse jyada maze ki chiz hai. Sirf upar hi mat lage rehna.”Maine fir uski pajami utari aur bhai sahab mere hosh ud gaye. Same purple color ki panty pehni thi usne. Sach mein kya lag rahi thi woh waise. Usne fir awaz lagayi ki, “Kyon aaya na maza?”Maine haan mein muh lagaya aur uski panty ke. But . . ." What?" I got her number," she mumbled. I could see her blush in the mirror.Now that was a surprise. Little Aim, a closet carpet-muncher. "Wow! Or are you just telling me this to get me to fuck you?" No. It caught me out of the blue. In Dave's books there were some pics and stories. I read them and was intrigued, a little. Then out of the blue, the clerk at the pharmacy offers to . . .. I was too flustered to say anything when she did that. Then she gave me her number."No wonder Aim.