Roy welcomed me.I got to peep in and saw a guy (who I presume was Mr. Roy), with a bare top body wearing some white dhoti type dress, doing puja to a ...oddess. I never had such bad thoughts but seeing his masculine body with chest hair, well-built shoulders, a tight belly (no abs, blame it on oily food), a chill ran down my spine. I felt nervous but also experience some kind of adrenaline rush.Then he came dressed up and had a talk with me and his wife. I don’t know why, but somehow I was. I am sopping wet, it takes no time for him to slide in. GOD, he moves my hips making me cum, and I never want to stop. he asks me if I've cum, and just him asking me sends another convulsing orgasm through my body. He tells me he is really close and I need to stop before I get a load in my pussy. I manage one more orgasm before I need to get off and take his full load in my mouth. mouthful after mouthful, i love it, swallowing every drop, draining him completely. I lay next to him and snuggle. The profile was intriguing to say the least, and the woman in the image looked as hot as fuck. There was a mention of a picnic site in the post, a place that John had known about but had never frequented. It was not exactly on his way home, but close enough to a motorway junction that he could easily attend.John decided to leave a reply, indicating that he may not arrive until eight thirty. That may leave plenty of time for fun, he thought. Almost immediately his phone pinged with a reply. It. “Ok, Erin. I think you’re going a little over the top with the affected speech there.” “I guess so.” She looked down and then returned her gaze to my eyes. “But will my big brother stay here with me tonight?” I couldn’t have said no even if I wanted to. I held her in my arms and snuggled close to her body. My naked and flaccid cock pressing against her ass as I wrapped one arm around her body, the other arm draped over her, my hand palming her breast. She wiggled her ass back into me, pressing.