I am sure most of readers know how important Friday in an IT employee’s life is. I somehow packed my laptop in my bag and drove my car out of office... It has been my routine to visit my uncle and aunt in Mumbai on weekends. It’s always a pain in ass to drive alone for 180 KMs but if you don’t have anyone in city it’s more painful to spend weekend all alone.Thinking all this crap and smoking the cigarettes I never knew how I reached Lonavala. I came to my senses when I opened the windshield and. We both were quite high, we shared a single cigarette, she was looking like a angel in the backdrop of smoke .Wine and cigarettes started to take their toll we both were high and horny.She played some fast Hindi beats of Emraan Hashmi, we started dancing fully nude, I checked the refrigerator took some deserts we moved back to bed room, I sat between her legs, we started exchanging ice cream in our mouth, she pasted some cream to ma penis and licked that and put some more on her soft white. Keptit there a moment, and let it slide out, and then in again. Tom tried tostraighten up, but I locked my lips to his as I didn't want to break offthe kiss. I finally let him go. He cupped my buttocks, and as he pulledme a little up, his cock penetrated me deeper than before. I gasped. Ilifted my legs up towards my head, to give Tom better access. He rewardedme with a kiss. He moved his cock faster in and out of my ass. Thefeeling was amazing. I noticed Tom's excitement. Now I was a. And at least Rodwell knew he had come up with the ideal, eye-catching, centre piece to pull in the crowds. Maxine Connor, the museum's curator, probably wouldn't approve, of course.By celebrating Heron, Rodwell knew he would earn some kudos with the College. Heron had been one of its founding fathers, so anything with a Heron association found favour with the Faculty. Luckily, the director discovered, Heron had left a bequest of his ethnographic collection to the museum. They'd never really.