My attempt was not good in that exam and so does her. I thought that I had lost the chance of a dream fuck. After two days Megha made me a call and to...d me come to her house. When I asked her the reason she replied that she needs my help. It was night. I went to her house rang the bell but didn’t get any reply. When I touched the door it was open. I entered the house. There was nobody. I called for Megha. She replied from upstairs to come up. I was not able to see her. There was only one room. Her hands were drawing on her panties. Thomas jumped to his feet as the pounding at the door recommenced. Almost without realizing what he was doing he had rushed to the door. He opened it just in time to prevent a third onslaught. Peter Thorenssen shouldered his way. It had restarted raining outside. He glared at Thomas. Then his face beamed. He thumped Thomas on the shoulder. 'Good man! Good man! You've cleaned her up for me then!' He shouldered his way past Thomas who had been. I squeezed in, uncomfortably aware of being pressed against his muscular thigh. I quivered like a teenage girl on her first date. Len reached across me to give my wife's breast a gentle massage. Then he did the same to me. Even though my boob was fake, I could feel it rubbing against the receptive nipple underneath and my dick twitched. Tarla used two fingers to massage my dick, up and down. I whimpered with need. Len wet his fingertip and touched the interior of my ear. I shifted my bare. I’d almost fallen asleep when something made me open my eyes. There was Tom in the doorway, watching me. He was naked, and excited too. I’d never seen his cock and it was gorgeous. It was my time to stare. He was uncut like me, and it was his foreskin that caught my attention. Even though he was erect, the skin completely covered the swollen head of his cock and the puckered skin at the end stuck out a couple more inches. I rolled onto my back, my cock springing out of my thong and sticking.