Time to start back at square one. Two hours later, he stared out the window of the tiny closet that served as his office. He hated square one more tha... he hated anything else in this world. The grown-up man-voice in his mind told him to sit up, quit his whining and get back to work. But he was tired of that voice. He would have liked to sweep the whole mess into the trashcan sitting next to his desk, grab his fishing pole and leave for the nearest fishing hole. He sighed heavily, looking at the. He told me to come over and sit on the couch next to him, and of course I jumped at the invitation. He told me to stand in front of him and turn around slowly, and he told me what a nice ass I had, and felt it up. My cock started tingling. I sat down next to him, and our host put in a VHS porn tape (this WAS the early ’80’s) Of course, it was a gay flick, and it was about black guys and white sissies. They weren’t trannies or CD’s, but they were sissies. As the movie progressed, Walter started. It was the flavor that made me involuntarily tense up my tongue and make it pointed rather than flat, but the flavor was somehow good. It must have been linked to pure sexual fantasy in a way that sometimes pain can be mistaken for pleasure in the heat of the moment. The juice was clear and not as runny as water. It was still a free flowing liquid but just a touch down the scale of something between water and a light massage oil. The sensation was unmistakably like being pissed on as the hot. Maanvi immediately came in the same way and grabbed his dick by her hand and took cock in her mouth. On the other hand, Montu Kumar started licking with her pussy with his tongue.Now Maanvi was also enjoying a lot. Maanvi Umm… Umm… Umm… was having fun while sucking his cock. Her pussy became wet with smoothness. Maanvi said - now enough, let's start fucking. she turned she turned around to his cock faced his mouth and kissed him. And held the cock and sat straight on his hard errect cock..