.. a plane ticket. A predated ticket dated today and in your name. Destination: some unknown European airport and a couple of different hubs to make. ...o further note. You check the envelope three times to see if there really isn't another note. Then you decide to call David who leaves you even more stupefied, since his only words were: "Well, you better get packed then and make it to the airport." No further explanation. He must know. He must, you keep telling yourself as you walk up and down. Kyaa maza aa raha tha aur mera lund mere barmudde ke andar tent ban chuka tha; to maine uska 1 hath dheere se utha ke apne lund pe rakh diya aur uske boobs ko thoda masalne laga. Mai josh josh mai uske bra ke andar hath dal baitha aur uski chuchi ka daba diya. Uske muhh se aaaahhhhh nikal gai aur usne mera lund daba diya. Mujhe lag gaya tha ke vo uth gai hai par vo kuch nahi boli aur maza lene lagi aur ab uske haath mere lund pe chal raha tha. Fir maine uska haath mere barmudde ke andar dal. . ohhh, Mister... oh fuck, yesss.” My voice was a harsh, breathy whisper and I glanced up to see my knuckles turning white, as you played with me and I gripped the railings tighter and tighter. I could feel an orgasm starting to build already in the pit of my loins. After making me moan for a while longer, I felt your expert fingers be replaced by the head of your cock, as it nudged against my slit. You rubbed up and down my lips to tease me, and it felt so good my knees almost buckled. "Shall. You here another man undress, " i whisper to you " its ok "its for you, its all for you". He stands in front of you, I sit up and remove my hand from your mouth, Im playing with your hair, he gabs your face from your chin, you playfully kiss his fingers. You raise your hands in front of you to find him. You feel his cock with your right hand and squeeze me with your left. You are in awe. Its really heavy, thick and hot. Then you kiss it, i pick up your hair and kiss your neck to make you feel.