It all started on my last visit to my grandpa’s house the house is a old thatched one with so manyRooms it was ones a house of joined family me is t...e last decent of that tantric bloods it was my child hood hobby to explore the old pam scripts and explore the tantric ally locked rooms suppose to be keeping mantes and sculptures of powerful yekshines and goddesses since on my this visit I decided to practice some mantras that are written in de scripts on trying to read it before I got so much. A few pairs of women's half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chains and it started to bother me a bit.What if I were to meet a woman I really liked and after a bit of time we got serious. How would I get her to go along with this? Would I even want to bring this subject up?I know that if she wore glasses for reading I could keep them spotless for her and make her a nice eyeglass chain so her glasses would fall across her hopefully large bosoms. Would that be enough for me?I was at my mothers place. I got up from where we were sitting and told him that I had something to show him. We made our way to the darker side of the park, with him being drug behind me with a confused look on his face. I then walked under a little gazebo and pushed him against the wall and kissed his lips, he grabbed my hips and I could feel my slit getting wetter and wetter by the second. He stopped me and pulled back, looked down at the bulge in his pants and I gave him a devilish smile. He looked around for a more. "Don't be greedy, Brian, pass him along." Carl moved Ian's mouth onto his glistening cock.Carl was slightly bigger but Ian swallowed him whole, wrapping his lips around his thicker cock, feeling the pulsing veins as he sucked hard.Ian was being passed from cock to cock, his spit dripping off each. He'd stop momentarily to lick the shaft slowly while smiling at the owner.Mike pulled Ian up and bent him over the back of the sofa, his ass up and his face to the game. "I'll get him ready for you,.