I got few comments from people asking me if the story is real. So I want to clarify, my stories are part real and lots of fantasy. They are inspired b... my real life incidents. So with that said here we continue the story.Things only went downhill since that first day.I had no free time anymore. Whenever the guys had little free time I got fucked. I never did much work at the site anymore. I had to stay around and take care of the homely stuff for the guys. And all the time I had to remain in my. I like it in my ass Chris," said Yvonne. Another toneless "Umm" escaped from Chris's lips. "Why don't you just watch for a little while Chris, while we ravish Carmen?" It wasn't so much a question from John as a statement. Chris looked at me and gave the slightest of nods. Thinking back, had we both been stone cold sober and not already overheated sexually, I am sure we would have both resisted. But we didn't. The uncertain danger of it all was itself intoxicating and there was that big fat. And his balls were huge. It was hanging between his thighs like an apple. He turned to keep the cloths by the side bench. And what an ass he has got. Two big round chocolate, huge chocolate bums. What a handsome man. It was a real treat seeing him drying his hair stark naked, the huge cock and balls swinging with the movement of his hands while drying his body.He wore his dhothi drying it as far as possible by squeezing it. He was still shivering in the cold weather. He tried to rub his body. They spoke to the vicar and made an appointment to see him during the following week. They also called Terry's parents and agreed to visit them to talk about arrangements. The vicar gently suggested that a date after Easter would probably make better sense than one at the earliest opportunity. He didn't mind that they were thinking of marrying in Huntingdon."Though," he said, smiling, "traditionally, it should be in the bride's parish. These days, no-one minds..." He then took a cheque from.