Ah, the shame of it all! Now this guy was 4 years older than me, and even at 25 he looked like he was in his 30s. Over 6ft of broad man with thick dar... hair, permanent stubble, and such sexy blue eyes. I, on the other hand, was a slender 21 year old, I still didn't have much stubble and barely any other body hair - it has since filled in! I always struggled to look my age and so I felt intimidated by this Adonis.He grabbed me a beer and suggested that we hang out and chat for a bit.. ................ When you wake the next morning you become aware of four hans roaming over your body feeling your fleshy tits and thighs and sliding over your glossy hold ups which you still have on.You feel a blindfold being put over your eyes and you are told to sit on the edge of the bed,you are then asked to open your mouth wide and then feel my dick slide into your mouth,over your tongue to the back of your warm,wet throat,i hold your head and fuck your mouth for a while as our host. He was thrusting wildly and soon hit the spot. Cathy groaned as his cock grew and grew. He started pounding her furiously. Cathy squealed and moaned as he rammed his big doggy cock deeper and deeper. He was grunting now. I tried to see what was happening. Cathy must have realised because she started to give a running commentary on what was happening. “Oh he is so big” she began “so big. It feels so good Brad darling. Oh shit I am so full. I can feel his knot pushing into me. He is opening me. In the end my late father offered to pay the air fare for Sarah, son Rick, daughter Christina and myself as there was no way we could ever save enough to fly over and that way my k**s could meet my side of the family plus meet their only living grand parent Grandma May Brent. The merchant bank near Moorgate in the city of London helped get Sarah a new passport and visas for hervand the c***dren and my amaerican passport was good till the end of 1981 so on May 19 we boarded the British Airways.