"What do you mean Travellers? Like they travel around? You mean they were gypsies?" asked Charles."Something like that. Actually they claimed to be gy...sies too and that they had knowledge of the dark arts and all that shit. When they came into this town, people ignored them. Apparently that house that they were living in, belonged to a wealthy eccentric. When he died, he told the guy in charge of his will to leave his house and all his money to those women. Those women and their daughters.. ” John was in complete shock, how did he reply to such a comment? Was she annoyed? “Oh yeah,” he said softly. “Sorry about that I didn’t…” “Don’t be sorry, but you mean to say you didn’t realise I was fucking myself under the table? I know I was trying to be discrete but I’d hoped you noticed and that’s why you agreed to work with me.” She stood up and moved closer to John, his heart was pounding in excitement and he began to feel a slow warmth in his cock. She took his hand and ran it up her. Thats just a little warm up. A prelude to my proving I can suck cock much better than my daughter. I reached down and slid the palm of my hand under his balls, my fingers immediately stroking beneath, causing him to emit a quiet moan. I shuffled forward on my knees where, placing a hand around his neck I pressed my lips over his once more, probing between his lips with my tongue. We kissed. Our joint moans of pleasure muffled as our heads turned passionately one way, then the other, one hand. I think without being able to see with my eyes, I really picked up how unique and different each guy really was. Even though Josh and Owen were pretty similar, they were definitely not the exact same. It also needs to be noted how each guy used their cocks in their own unique way, very much like how we all have our own individual personalities.Sense of hearing: I loved hearing the guys hum, moan, breath heavy and grunt all out of the pleasure and gratification they received from having sex with.