...peeking at othershaving sex. The beginning of moistness that was earlier wetting my crack....nowspreads along my thighs....mixing with the hot sunt...n oil....a heavenly feeling. Irub my hand up and down my thighs as I watch this young man fondle hisgrandma's ample breast with one hand.....and feel the guidance of his grandma'shand stroke her clit with the other. He leans into her shoulder and rests there,savoring every sensual moment. My own arousal is peaking at watch them.She continues to. I was extremely excited as that was the first time a girl of my age called me. All my dreams were shattered once I heard her dad’s voice on the other end and were brought back to reality. As every south Indian parent he had the fear of letting her daughter go on trip with a stranger. Her dad wanted to meet me personally to feel assured. Her dad wanted to meet me personally to feel assured. I meet him and my angel the next day in my office.We had a chat for about half an hour and I gave him the. As he entered the shower he was still whistling that odd tune, his back was to me, I could not help but admire his skin tone. He was from some where in the south pacific, Eric is his name, and spoke better English than anyone I knew. As he turned towards me I saw his penis, I could not believe what was happening to me. I got extremely turned on by the way his man hood looked. He was uncut and massive, with a set of testicles the size of oranges, and his pubic hair appeared to be silky and. “White symbolizes purity. Tell me Gabrielle, are you pure?” His calloused fingertips stroked the underside of my breast, found a taut nipple between them, and pulled, eliciting a startled gasp. His lips curved at the corners pulling them into that charm-your-panties-off smile which would have definitely charmed them off if I happened to be wearing any in the first place. I felt his soft lips against my neck as he pressed small kisses onto my flesh practically singeing it with his heated.