Ashamed of my behaviour I took a seat beside Sukeerti.“Why were you checking my ass?” Sukeerti asked naughtily.Unable to build any explanation I s...id, “Sorry!”“You like them; I’ve caught you doing that many times.” Sukeerti didn’t want the topic to die.“Sorry!!” I said with my face still bent down.“You like them… my ass.” She asked again with an obvious stress on ass.“Hmm” I shamefully replied.“Awwww” she said gently moving her hand on my thighs.Chudwanewali was having her impact for sure. I. And I knew what he had just done was absolutely instinctual. The books I got him were the textbook type meant for newly-wed and there was nothing there about fetishes like sniffing the vagina or arse-hole. Now that I knew he was a real ground up man I decided to be a completely uninhibited fuck buddy for him. I recalled:"Go ahead and do whatever you like with me and I will enjoy it. I want you to fuck me hard like your Dad."Without any hesitation or concerns about whether I could take his full. His hand was between her legs; hers was pulling up his tee. Exasperated by her failing attempts she must have said something to him, because he disengaged and pulled his shirt off himself. His back was a morass of Celtic designs and religious iconography, black-inked lines on dark skin. For her part she too threw off her top, squealing with excitement as she did so. With her micro-mini now riding so high it was practically a belt, from my foliage-based hiding place I could see a triangle of. The booth was shaking as he thrust in and out; he pulled all the way out and plunged back in as I called out, “Black cock, I want more black cock.” Someone pushed the door to my booth all the way open. Four or five guys crowded around the doorway to watch. The guys started pulling out their cocks and stroking them. It is so awesome to watch five guys jerk off. Different lengths, widths and shapes, the cocks were all being pounded with the hope of getting a piece of my cunt or my mouth. And I.