It was a quiet day of sipping spiced tea and good food and sharing polite conversation, observing Malaysian customs while the women were nothing but p...lite and courteous. Yet there was a sense of strong sexual repression about to burst. I could feel it, smell it in the atmosphere. Now and then a girl would shift, expose an ankle or a leg – amazing how in a repressed environment this can fuel such interest and lust. They all had beautiful feet and smooth legs. One of the girls – the one in. The guy also took his hand from my cock.But the guy on my right slowly took his hand towards my cock. He grabbed it and started to stroke it slowly. So I came to know that he was also interested in me. He took my right hand and placed it on his cock. It was longer and thicker than mine. He made me stroke it. At the same time, the guy on my right also took my left hand and made me stroke his cock.I was stroking both of them slowly. The guy on my right now bent down to my cock and took it inside. Mama wouldn't eat or drink, and, when I asked her if she had slept, she shook her head that she hadn't. I had been up there with her for more than an hour, when I just decided to phone my Dad over at the apartment in Bolling. He and I spoke for about twenty five minutes. I kept asking him about how things were going at work, and he would answer my questions. Mostly though he seemed preoccupied with the vending machine production increase, and with how the restaurant supply project was coming. Talk about chutzpah, she thought, I've never seen anything close to this, even when I caught Wendy Zadanowitz blowing that football player back in high school.One thought led to the next and it wasn't long before Leigh's mind's eye could perceive the woman's full, pouty, red lips wrapped tightly around the "mystery man's" cock, sucking him off to sweet ecstasy. The competitive part of her personality wondered if the woman was as good as she at giving head.'Naww, no way, ' she quickly admonished.