He sat on my table and ordered for the coffee. He asked Nisha are you angry with me. I said no I am not. I said without having a eye contact. He said ...hen why are you avoiding me for so many days. I did not respond but continued to sip my coffee with bowed eyes. He placed a gift pack on the table and said, this gift is for you if you are not angry with me then you will have to accept it. I took it with a shy smile and then moved out of the canteen. When I reached home into my room without. It was a while, even, before she was outraged. She just stared at his long hard cock, thinking, wow, so that’s what they look like. Two round things were also hanging out of his pants. Those are his balls, she told herself. His cock was rock hard, weaving slightly as he moved around, bouncing and bobbing up and down. It looked so silly she almost laughed, but then she thought, shit, what if he tries to stick it in me, through the slot? She knew that there was no way he could reach her pussy. I then do the same for your left. I remove it and playfully lick figure-eights around your balls... up between them... down the right... up between them... down the left... up... down the right... up... down the left... and up, ever so slowly to the base of your cock. As I lick up the shaft of your cock, ready to finish you off, I look at your face, smile, and ask, "Want to cum on my face, baby?" I sweep the hair away from my face and over my ears, readying myself for your orgasm. My fingers. They all picked up and we went out to the house. The group made it without having an accident or anyone getting stopped for DWI. There was a nice smuggler's moon and we went to the water's edge. We had plenty of beer and oversized beach towels. We built a fire and most everyone hooked up in the dunes, and then most went skinny dipping in the heated pool. The ocean was beautiful, but the water was cold and swimming at night wasn't smart. There were a lot of available women; mostly because more.