Next was man # 1he made me lay on my back raised my legs up to his shoulders and entered my ass. My ass till now contained a mixture of a lot of cum a...d oil and was immensely slippery and inviting. Man #1 strokes were firm and powerful; a lot was because of the position in which he chose to fuck me. He was French kissing my also and sucking directly on my boobs. In between Akram brought his cock to my mouth and started fucking my mouth too. Man # 1 fucked me for well six to eight minutes before. She liked what she saw. He had shaved his balls and pubic hair as smooth as a new born. But once she began licking his balls and sucking his big steely pole, he didn't last long. Before she could deep throat him, he filled her mouth to overflowing with his youthful load. She was momentarily disappointed that he had finished so quickly until she saw that he continued to be hard with an erection that rivaled many of Eric's phallic castings. He was young and recovered quickly, up and ready to. I sighed to myself at memories of parties I had been to back in Europe, of standing outside in the freezing cold as the clock chimed midnight. I contemplated the vest top and faded pyjama bottoms I was now wearing, remembered that it was 26C and unlikely to snow, and sadly concluded I was a latter day Cinderella.I had been messaging my friend in Ukraine and sharing a little of the excitement at the ball she was attending. She had returned to her room for a sleep before returning to the dance. ”“You’ve waited four years-” began Toby.“Five,” I corrected.“Okay, five years. What’s another week going to matter?”“I don’t think she’s being unreasonable at all,” said my mum.I looked up at her in surprise, then over at my dad.“Do not get me involved in this,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t need both of you to be annoyed with me whilst I’m enjoying the scenery.”My mum raised an eyebrow.“What?” said my dad, innocently. “We’ve seen the Alps, the Rhine, the Danube, lots of bridges here in.