He shared a room with another man, but he was u*********s and I am not one to pass up on an opportunity. This man was a Dutch giant. He was sturdy and...solid. I could see the size of his cock through his boxer shorts. I knew that he was likely to have me walking sideways for a few days. I played the innocent, "I can't sleep and the French boy doesn't want to watch a film, would he like to watch one with me" act. He just nodded and patted the side of his bed. I went to get in, but he stopped me. Shikha and Anjali shave each other’s pussy regularly. I went down and parted her legs and placed my hand over her pussy lips. With my thumb and forefinger I opened her pussy lips and saw the pink pussy walls. I wasted no time that I started to suck them and played with her clitoris.In the meantime Shikha came below me and started to unbutton my jean and she removed my jeans and boxer in a jiffy. She then took my dick in her hand and started to move her hands all over my dick. She soon took it. There were questions about positions (Doggie-style? A) Makes me wag my tail? B) Can he be on the bottom? C) No rug burns for MY knees! Or, D) Felching is too embarrassing!). There were questions about guys going down on girls (Answer A) Always better to give than receive. B) Always better to receive than give. C) My girlfriend always does it better. Or, D) Yes! Yes! And HELL YES!). Bethany gave the answers she thought would be true while wishing she knew for sure. The answers the other girls. Logan startled awake behind her. Instinctively, he started to pull away. “Sorry.” His warm breath tickled against her neck as he muttered, still half-asleep. “Didn’t mean to get handsy…”Karen grabbed his hand before he could pull away and held it against her rapidly beating heart.“Don’t be sorry,” she whispered, “I’m not.”They lay together in the electric silence. Karen could feel his desire pressed against where only a thin layer of denim separated his flesh from hers. She could also sense his.