I had the impression Mister Repp was not at all pleased to have to meet and greet visitors. Greeting did not appear an Oswald talent, although I expec... his paperwork was always in meticulous order.“If you will follow me, sahib and memsahib, I will show you to your accommodation.” Said the black-bearded fellow, who I took to be Ranji Ram. We followed him along a corridor that was separated from an outside veranda (a sort of outside cloister, open to the elements but shaded from the sun) by a. "Or maybe...maybe I ought to let you do it. I'd like that. Grab my dainty little head and jam that cock down my throat. Go oomph."Zelda's thoughts were cut off when Link did as instructed and rammed his tool home. He didn't think anything in the world could feel as good as the tongue that now encircled his manhood. Consumed with lust, he began skullfucking Zelda forcefully. Soon, spit was bubbling from her mouth. Whenever he pulled out, thick ropes of saliva connected the pair, and the princess. Wrapping his hand firmly around my shaft. His hand was trembling. Which I have to say helped me relax much easier. HE was just as nervous as I was. This was it though. I was being stroked and having my raging hard cock explored by my best mate. With his wife watching and teasing her pussy over us. Just how I had imagined. My hands shaking. I let my hand wonder. Up Johns thigh enjoying the tingle of excitement I could feel from him as I did.I brushed my hand up over his balls. They felt weighty. I began to wish I'd been able to bring Carla here - an American would go for this big time ... or maybe Debbie ... or maybe not. I didn't really want to go there, just at that moment ... some situations just need time to resolve.To distract myself, I went up to the bar and bought a beer - quite an effective displacement activity, in my experience. One of the locals was ordering a round, but she turned and said hello, which I acknowledged with a nod - smallish woman, hair cut short, old fleece.