Of course my fingertips secured my shaft. Then I strokein both an up & down way, but alsoin a kind of twisting motion. At thesame time.Anyway he asked...if I'd demonstrate.I did by beginning to stroke myself,knowing full well what he meant.He immediately said it; "No, on meI mean."So I took his throbbing hard dickinto my hand and went to work strokinghim furiously. He moaned and madeother 'my cock feels so good' soundsand wanted to know where I'd learnedit. I just told him that I simply. ” neenghomaathiram ennavaakkum, jattiyae podalaeyaey, komanathaey katindu vandutingho”. (what about you , you weren’t wearing jogs but only loincloth)“Amaandee aacharamna correcta pannanum theyriyumono”. (yes dear we have to do these things religiously correct).Nara was admiring vaishoo’s silk madisaar(sari) slightly revealing her calf area , which was white in color. Revealing her silver anklets and metti (toelets) on her toes, an indication that she is married( typical of all south indian. Not all gay men are size queens, but Joey certainly was; he'd gazed up at me with wide-open eyes, gasping "you'resobigyou'resobig" as I slid my big cock into his tight bubble butt, and that was before I'd fucked him into a gasping, quivering mess until he shot a huge load all over his chest.I adjusted my package in my sweatpants. I was getting hard thinking about this. And then I thought, well, why not let my admirer see? I was surprised by the turn the conversation had taken - Tyler had never. “I’m here and you’re here so I thought we might as well get this over and done with. I know why you want to see me,” she revealed with a pout. “Oh you do?” Jack challenged, trying with such great effort not to stare at her breasts. “You saw me leave with the money, and I’m worried what you might do with this information.” “Talk to me about it,” Jack suddenly insisted, craving the sound of her beautifully silky voice and enjoying the way her full red lips moved as she spoke. She could recite.