Ordinarily I would have called him and had him bring them back, but he was out of town. Since my wife had the car I was going to have to walk the thre... blocks to the in-laws place and get them. I was not looking forward to it. Three blocks in a drizzling rain with the prospect of seeing Madeline at the end of it was something I could do without. Madeline had taken an instant dislike to me the first time we met and in the three years since had not warmed to me one little bit.Nearing her house I. She gave me the address of the house and asked me to meet her there. And so I did. She was more beautiful than she was in college. She showed me my room, where we sat and got talking.Just as we were talking, someone walked into our room. She looked familiar. “I have seen you somewhere, but I don’t remember where,” I told her.“Kiran, right?” She asked me.So we knew each other. But I just didn’t remember how we had met. Now I was curious.“This is Deepa, idiot. Remember, my classmate back in. Someone called Antoine introduced himself energetically. A little overwhelming by his gusto, his greeting was customary, two air kisses for Brigitte and two for me too. Attired in a slim fitting black shirt and trousers, his welcoming bonhomie would put the most reticent at ease. A natural raconteur, my initial reaction led me to think he was wasted on this place.Brigitte sniggered at his rapid fire French most of which passed me by. I caught only the first snippet of ‘welcome back my friend’.. I let out a moan as my hand slides back down its length. My balls are heavy. I feel them lay against the crack off my ass, filled with cum wanting to be drained. I grab the bottle of baby oil sitting on the night stand and dribble some across my shaved pubic area, then across my shaft and onto my balls. Massaging in the oil, my hand glides back and forth in long smooth strokes. I start to rotate my hands one following the other stroking upwards then back down trying to draw the seamen out. The.