Every time I came back from India I had to pick up my luggage and let the Customs people paw through my clothes. And equipment. And souvenirs. Off to ...ne side of the Customs area there was a similar area for everyone who didn’t carry a US passport.I waved my hand at the girls and said ‘Come’, whistling ‘Immigration Man’ by the Beatles. No, they did ‘Tax Man’. I couldn’t remember who did ‘Immigration Man’. “Look at the world outside and let me in!”The girls both spoke perfect English. Anyone. Carol was panting like a race horse after a mammoth race and rest her head back in exhaustion. I drew a line down her sexy curvy body all the way to her pussy and dipped the tip in ever so slightly, she groaned again and thrust her hips up sinking my cock inside her all the way. Carol was so wet I could hardly feel her sides, it just slid in like a red hot knife through soft butter. As i slowly began to thrust her hand came round and grabbed my arse scratching it with her long nails as she. ....... After careful consideration and the fact that my cock is about to burst through my loose shorts I run through the door and ask if everyone is alright? The woman on the ball looks at me with cold eyes and starts to yell at me for barging into her house. I try to reason with her and tell her I was just trying to help! During my conversation I feel the other woman begin to rub my cock through my shorts and say "I would love to have you join us!". The older woman looks down at my cock and. ” “I just need to moisturise my feet and I’m done.” Offering the bottle to me she smiles and says, “do me and I’ll do you.” What’s wrong with me? I’m moistening at the sight of my best friend. I don’t fancy girls and yet I can’t tear my eyes from her pussy. Okay it’s been a few weeks since I last had sex, Danny and I having gone our separate ways, but this is not me! Then my mind goes back a couple of days, I remember following Amy through our local farmer's market. It was another hot day.