You dance over, remove my linen shirt and unbuckle my belt, my shutter clicking open and closed all the time. You unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I li... down on the blanket and slip my trainers off. You help me remove my jeans, 'accidentally' caressing my bulge. I twitch, smiling. 'Hmmmm Batman pants. Sexy,' you say, the geek in you poking through. 'But they've got to go.'I arch my back and you remove them, exposing my hardness to the summer sky. You push me back down onto the blanket, and. She had never seen such a big dick in her life so she said “Sahab apka kitna bada hain, kya yeh mere chut main jayenga, meri chut phat to nahin jayengi naa, mujhe bahut dar lag rahaa hain, aapka to mere pati se kitna hi bada, mota aur lamba lauda hain, kya main ise zhel pauingi” but I was not interested in that so I moved my attention towards her boobs and started pressing them and sqeezing them hard, again kissing her on face, lips, cheeks and other body parts, she started moaning ahh—ahh—ahh-. My penis was fully hard and aching for release and I was very conscious of the comparisons that must have been going on in their minds. Standing this close to them as they made love was even more intimate than watching from the sofa-bed. I could smell their bodies and it seemed almost an invasion of their privacy.Barbara reached between her legs and collected some of the wetness from the pooled cum on her thighs and Pierre's cock."Point your penis away from us."I turned slightly to the side and. It’s terrifying. The first thing that happens are the wind gusts. Fortunately, my cruiser was built to police specs and it could take that kind of thing. But the wind still rocked it on its suspension.Then the first fat drops arrived. Their impact sounded like I was running through a massive swarm of Wisconsin June Bugs. I slowed to 20 miles an hour as I re-entered the forest and turned on the wipers. They didn’t help. It was like driving through a car wash.I was getting worried. My wipers were.