Enough time to get dressed.But i thought otherwise and decided to wait. People in india are still not too open about gaysex and even more about CDs. i...wore my bra and a white t shirt over it and shorts. The next guy came with my food, The door bell rang. I opened the door with chain still latched and peeped out, there was a guy in his late twenties holding my food tray. i asked his name and he replied "Bhanu". He put the tray on the table and i signed the bill. i took some money from my pants. Our cocks were touching. We moved my hand away and began to stroke our cocks together. This was a moment of 'rightness' that I can't explain. It felt so natural, so stimulating, like I was part of something so good. John, was even more aroused than I was and I could see the glistening of pre-cum on our cocks and feel it lubricating our two fondling cocks.John whispered to me that he was going to cum, and asked me if I wanted him to cum on my cock. I replied no, and that I wanted to feel. My daughter in law asked if I could transport Mortisha from their place to the party and back to her apartment. Well you can bet I said Yes! Friendly chit chat to the party filled my car. At the party Mortisha's red dress clung to her curves and exposed enough cleavage to make a dead man take notice. On the ride to her apartment I talked of some of my sexual experiences and she mentioned I should write a book. I let her know in no uncertain terms that if she ever wanted to experience an older. With three against one, all Susan could do was lean her head back against the back of the sofa and let it happen. In a matter of minutes, Shirley had Susan’s pussy sopping wet. She knew just how to manipulate the brunette’s little clit using her tongue and lips. Susan had started letting out, loud sexual moans, along with unconsciously wiggling her hips. The overwhelming need to have a sexual climax was destroying any resistance she had left.“Oh God! I hate you for making me do this,” Susan.