Itne sare bartan ke wo boli itne bartan itno me to 1 ganta lag jayega mene bola kya batau aj to bhut mehman aa gaye unhe karidari karni thi to din ka ...hana yahi kha ke gaye hi abhi aur to aur sab ki khatir dari karte karte me to aj pak gaya.Sab logo ki alag alag farmais kisi ko kuch chaiye to kisi ko kuch ab dekho 4 logo ne bola pan khana hi wo bhi metha to me 4 methe pan le aya 2 ne to kha liya par do bole wo metha ni khate ab ye to rat bhar me kharab ho jayege.Mene usse bola 1 tum kha lo 1 me. The girls were so excited they did not notice our staring at their boobs. By the time they did, we saw other girls and boys also in the same situation. the girls did not bother to try to cover their boobs anymore but were bashful about it. They also were staring at our tents from the corners of their eyes trying to gauge the size of our poles. (Surekha told me later).Then we boys went to get beers for ourselves. Joy and his girlfriend Sharmila who were (Anglo Indians) part of our group insisted. I let go of Andrews cock, and turns around. Bending forward I show both the men my ass. I feel the monster plug move as my colon spasms to get rid of the monster in vain. Andrew touches it, pushing and pulling, but it wont move much inside me. I see Steve focusing on the middle of the plug. It shows the pink inside my anus, and the red outer ring, curling around the plug. I think you are ready to fuck my ass, I am sure ready for you I tell Andrew in a voice barely above a whisper. He looks at. And I had no other guide available here on the plantations. Certainly, it was not something my father and I could discuss—not as long as he was lifting up someone who had once been no higher than my house slave and play companion.“Tion didn’t come with you?” I asked, as I met up with Sydney near the river, both of us carrying our poles, both of us knowing we were going to do more than fish. Sydney was taller than I was and two years ahead of me in growing into a muscular body, even though he.