What would you say to that?" What do I most hope for?" Yeah." Um, you might not understand." You mean it's so deep or something?" No, you might not li...e it." Why would I care? What is it?" You might get mad, is all." Mad? What do you mean, 'mad?'" You might not like my answer. You might get angry if I tell you." That's crazy. How could I get mad. I promise I won't." Well, it's just something you might take the wrong way." Okay, I promise that I won't get mad or upset. This is weird. It's just a. Being blindfolded added so much mystery that for a moment I even contemplated whether the groping hand belonged to a fourth person I wasn’t aware was there. But the hockey player took a step forward and pressed his entire body into the side of me and I could feel that it was his and only his muscular frame that was engulfing me as I fucked the twink’s face. His cock leaked precum onto me as it pressed against my thigh and his fat finger wandered into my crack wiggling about on my own hole. He. Maine usko andar liya aur mein sofe par baith gaya. “Mein mummy-papa se kuch nahi kahoongi bhaiyya”. Par aapne aisa kyun kiya? Kya mujhe aap itna pasand karte ho? Maine uski taraf dekhkar kaha, “Haan Pratima aur tumhaari kamsin jawaani ko to mein aur bhi jyaada pasand karta hoon…tera pati bahut khush-naseeb hoga…usse tere jaisi choot kahin nahi milegi.Phir pratima uthkar kareeb aayi aur usne wohi pehle wali panty dikhayi aur usko apne ko muh mein daal diya. Ummmmm bhaiyya tumhaare laude ke. She smiled back sweetly. "Of course, Mr. Nagumo." "Excellent. I'm famished," he replied. Chapter 17They went to a trendy restaurant in downtown La Jolla for lunch. Forthe most part, Natalie was ignored as the two men discussed business.Maybe this wouldn't so bad after all she thought as she sipped herglass of wine. After lunch, they returned to the house. Mr. Wright showed Mr. Nagumoaround the house with Natalie tagging along. "This is very generous of you,".