"This is what you want, isn't it. You want to see this big black dick of mine"."What about your wife? I see her out there in the back garden...”"She...cannot see us… the windows are tinted" Fred assured me.“C’mon, Ana… feel it…” He tempted me with an evil grin in his dark eyes.Before I could say anything, he took hold of my trembling hand and placed it on the twitching denim bulge. "Do you want to see it, babe…?”He pulled down his zipper and dropped the shorts to his ankles. A thick, ten inches. None of this talk was helping Niall’s embarrassing position. Well how big are you Niall, asked Harry? It looks quite big from here. Niall stood up, and dropped his boxers. There if you want to know have a look. It was pretty hard as it sprung out from his groin. About 8.5 inches or so like this I think. But it’s been a while since I needed to measure it. Harry is bigger than that then? A little longer, but not as thick I’d say, if memory serves, and it’s not the sort of thing I’d forget. When the other occupants saw we were eating, they actually moved around a bit to give us more room.I nodded my thanks to them.We sat and chatted for a while, expecting the meal to take a while to come, but to our surprise, within fifteen minutes it had arrived.We had been eating for probably no more than a couple of minutes, and the food was wonderful, when there was a shriek from the other end of the bar. The sound level, already loud, rose a little, then suddenly went quiet.“Quiet!” yelled a. .ja kuch lekarAa..Meray liye ek glass lana..usmay thodi si daru milakar”.I pulled my cock into my pyjamas (the hard on was clearly visible) and turned by attention to Shantibai. Shantibai was the typical maharashtrian bai. Curvy, tight assed, big tits, long hair in big bun, big red bindi, nose ring, mangalsutra (even though her drunkard hubby had abandoned her several years ago), bangles. Surprisingly, she was decent looking too…bearing a slight resemblance to Jayaprada. She was 40 years old.