This is Ankur Roy, a 21 year old man from Mumbai. I’d wrongly mentioned my email id last time. Sorry for the mistake. The correct email address has ...een given at the end of this story. This story is a continuation of the first part. So, ideally you should read the part I first. Nonetheless, you’ll get a hang of the story from this part as well. A brief recap of the first part here; I went for a New Year’s Eve party on 31.12.2014 at a venue in Navi Mumbai. I went there alone and found the most. Tracey simply loved being loved sexually, be it either by a man, or indeed a woman, though she did prefer the feel of a cock within her rather than a tongue or fingers. Soon she felt Gavin gather her in and kiss her forehead."Glad you're awake, sis," he said quietly."Oh, why?" giggled Tracey."Because I'm pretty sure someone's moving around out there and it isn't Mum," he said seriously, making Tracey's smile drop."You'd best go out and look," Tracey said as she scrambled into her T-shirt and. As I fingered Rascal, she relaxed and let me do the work. It was not long before she was cumming, but she tired to stay still to avoid being too apparent that she was enjoying sex in the water. After she came down from her orgasm, she slided her hand into my shorts to find my hard cock waiting for her. She stroked and squeezed me and smiled as I squirmed from her hands. Next she surprised me by untying my trunks to better massage my cock. Feeling the freedom of the warm water and Rascal’s hand. Sarah chuckled to herself, grinning as she remembered meeting the Professor. He did tell her his name, but alas, she barely could pronounce it. She preferred calling him Professor anyway. Her laugh brought him out of his slumber as she sensed him shifting. A dark yet soothing voice spoke up. “Why don’t you at least put on The Cure? I can stomach them….”. A dark chuckle from the other side of the car. She grinned, looking at him and shaking her head, “Can’t you at least try some of the music I.