“Ah, Sweta,” he said in a guttural voice, “I have waited for so long to enjoy your body.” I could not help but reply, “Me too, uncle.” He ...aughed and turned my face towards him. He kissed my lips lightly and replied, “You smell so nice Sweta, like a flower in its bloom.”I giggled at the way he was getting poetic. “Its probably from the flowers you gave me,” I gestured to the flowers in my hair that he got. “Yes, but those are not the only kind of flowers I can smell here, babe,” he said as he. This would be a challenge to take both of these guys dicks up my ass! I sucked on Aman then I would switch and suck on Hussein’s dong, jacking the other one off at the same time. As I sucked a customer would come in and order. I would then only suck on the one until he finished with the customer having to stick his hard dick back in his pants. They were so big it was hard to hide their hardon’s. It was so close to closing time that Aman who was in charge locked the front door and had me strip. Felt sweaty skin slide over mine, felt hands gripping me, fingers probing, lips devouring...I better stop this line of thought, I'm going to write myself into a wank and I've been saving up cum for this afternoon for nigh on a week. I promised him a gushing load, ropes to fire into his waiting mouth so that he can kiss it right back into mine, our lips sticky and glistening with ...no stop. Wait or you'll spoil it. I can feel myself hardening again.Anyway it has been nearly nine months since. Pappy was an old Mexican that spoke without a trace of accent, unless he was messing with someone, which was often. He was of an indeterminate age, meaning he could have been anything from 50 to 100 years old. He reminded Pete of a gnarled old oak root. Despite the way Pappy good naturedly joked and prodded the other members of the group he seemed always to be ready to react to any trouble from whatever direction. Pete felt like Pappy was a good man to have on your side in any kind of trouble,.