There wasn't any door at the entrance to the mens house—just a big opening. If you stood just right—you could see dudes standing at the piss troug...—but the showers and stalls were out of site. I didn't hear any further noise, so I assume whomever was just taking a piss, although for the most part most of the guys would just whip it out wherever they were standing if all they had to do was piss. Finally, he speaks. “God damm homie you fuckin stink”! The voice exclaims. I kinda chuckle and. Ah, damn, it wasn’t going to be simple.“The guy says you’re just friends,” he spoke.“And do you believe him?” Aron asked, his voice a tad strained.“Yeah. He seems like a cool dude.”Aron was blinking and looking at him like he could not believe he was hearing that.“Why didn’t you just ask me about him?” Aron questioned. “Or it is just me you don’t believe?”Fuck, fuck, the situation was getting out of hand. What would Alex do? Clearly, if he managed to stay married to Aron for two years, while. Narendra fell on the other side of the bed – panting hard. In less than five minutes he was snoring. But Pramila was wide-awake. A fire raged in her body. She was horny as hell. She wanted to kick the ass of her stupid husband who did not know how to fuck. She lay motionless in an attempt to calm her body. Time passed. She curled and turned on the bed – angry and frustrated. The clock struck twice. She wanted a glass of cold water. She was thirsty. She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out. I can only guess that it was because I was a bit drunk, but all my worries about getting pregnant as he started to get me excited again. I reached down between Charles legs and found his cock. It was huge, I was surprised that he had put that whole thing inside of me. How could that thing even go in half way? I gave him a few strokes and told him that this was a monster cock. He laughed and told me that it was obvious that I did not date black guys. He said that I had probably slept with my.