Something primitive in my mind told me that I am doing something wrong and feeling something very wrong. This culture was rooted in my DNA from my anc...stors. But that did not stop me from pursuing my thoughts further. I groped around and made my way inside the blanket.Then after going through a few layers of the cloth, which is the sari, I could feel the naked skin of her waist. It was smooth and felt like cheese. My manhood responded to the touch making my pajamas tight. I kept my hand still. The fact that we were being watched made it one of the best fucks of my life.'The guy smiled at us and held up his hand which even from here we could see was sticky with cum – he must have shot loads! I blew him a kiss, closed the blinds and went back to my super-hot lover.”Angie's fingers were working wonders on my pussy. I was as wet as the girls in the story, and looking round the room I could see that everyone else was feeling the same thing. Most were fingering like me and Angie, oblivious. He pushed in hard until his balls were slapping her backside.“Harder!” Pam grunted as she strove to keep Dan going.Dan pushed harder with each thrust, pummeling Pam like he had not done in quite some time. Pam just kept moaning in pleasure and urged him on by working her pussy to grab his cock tightly on the downstroke.With one final push, Dan let go and his cum started spurting into Pam’s pussy, and quickly began spilling out. Dan stood and watched as his cum flowed out of her pussy around his. I got it out and broke them up and fed the duck small pieces until it was gone. It was amazing. I had come there feeling alone and lost with out Mable. After feeding the duck, I felt at peace. I sat here all afternoon just watching the people and the birds. After a while. I got up and went home. The next morning, I grabbed all the bread and rolls left over from the funeral meal and caught the bus and I have been doing it ever since, every day rain or shine. What brings you here Joe?" Harry.