Tonight appeared to be one of those. Sarah orgasmed twice and then moved up and lay next to me stroking my chest, but we both dozed off.When I woke in...the morning Sarah was already up and talking with my mum in the kitchen. As I got out of the bed I noticed a slight soreness with my cock. I looked down and noticed the foreskin was still stuck behind the helmet and looked swollen. I tried to move it but it would not slide back over the helmet. I spat on my hand to give lubrication but still no. Her favorite songs were playing, making the atmosphere romantic. The song from Baghi – ‘Sab tera’ – just set the tone for our love-making session.Not a word was spoken between us as we looked into each other’s eyes. My hands were on her ass as she stood there wrapping her hands around my neck. Our lips met for a delicious kiss, a never-ending kiss, a passionate kiss, strong enough to inflame our passions stirring all our desires to the core.We were not in a mood to break from the kiss, but we. This being the case rather often, spinning records had become a ritual of almost meditative signification. He grabbed the record, inspected the cover artwork and swiped the few traces of dust off its surface with his bare hand. He let the liner slide from the gatefold cover into his hand, pinched the very rim of the record with two fingers and gently took it out of its liner. With both hands, he carefully placed the small hole over the spindle and let the vinyl disc slide onto the platter.. I thought he must need to ask me something about work but it turns out that to be nothing of that sort. He asked me about my hobbies, my favourite movie stars and other pleasantries and I had a nice social chat with this much older man. After a few minutes of platonic chat he suddenly changed the subject to sex. As if put under the spell by this lecherous old man I began to answer all his questions without any reservations or shame. M asked how many men I had sex with which I answered two. He.