...........As a couple of the guys shoot their spunk in arcs whilst they watch us..........You say yes, fuk,yes. Do me harder.I pull your hair harder,...spank your arse and pound your pussy with my hard shaft.......I feel your pussy tighten, choking my cock as you feel the heat rise in your tummy and the itch become to much as you cum hard..............gasping...........fuk yes.............you are so tight now...........you see another of the guys cumming............god yes...........do. . A restlessness soon caused me to rise from the leather sofa and move to the fireplace mantle. On the mantle were several framed photographs. The one that attracted my immediate attention was the largest of the lot. It was a photo of Harley and Emma Swanson, my mother, Ruth, and my father, Francis, “Frank,” O’Riley standing just outside the doors of Trinity Presbyterian Church on the 5th of July in 1937 just after their joint wedding. Both ladies were in their virginal white wedding gowns,. In fact I often think about her peeing when I do it. Pretty strange huh?" "Well, I don’t think it’s strange at all because I get turned on by the thought of seeing a boy peeing too. I think maybe it's because when I was young, I was fascinated by the way boys did it. It was so different. Maybe somehow, that fascination gets woven into our minds as sexual arousal. I don’t know, just a theory." There was a long pause before I said. "Emma you’re so different to how I imagined you all this time.. And my first international kiss starts….. I was holding her in my arms and our lip locks like they are made for each other…..I looked in her eyes… she was too despo to get into me and me too…. we moved to bed room without wasting a single minute…. and fell on a king size bed… we are rolling on each other and her wet short hairs are striking on my face vigorously. … I cupped her boobs she moaned in pleasure…. ohhhh rajjjjj…..and hold my dick….. Darya baby….. I can’t believe on my luck that.