Maine kaha itne jaldi bilkul nahi woh kahni lagi please sohail mat tadpaoo mere choot me apna lund daloo please, maine kaha phele mere randi banjaoo, ...ab jab mujhe tumare choot ki yaad aayengi tum ready rahna, to usne kaha sweeto mai tumare randi hoo, mere choot tumare hai. Chodoo meku, mujhe bohat josh aaraha thaMaine phir usku choot chaati phir pairaa cheer k mere lund uski choot pe set kiya aur ek dhaka maara woh chillaye aur kahne lagi sweetoo thoda pyar se mai kaha sunne wala tha zor zor. I’m still wearing my birthday suit.We get to the bathroom where there’s the toilet, a basin and the bath with shower over. Pretty standard configuration. He lifts the lid and seat of the toilet and steps to the side. I pause and look at his cock hanging from the thong. I begin to get a slow rising erection. I reach for his cock, it feels as if it’s swelling a little in my hand. Mine stiffens more in response.So we are both stood at the toilet bowl with hardening cocks. Soon it will be. I approached them to say goodnight as I was intending to get some much needed sleep in the third bedroom that had been reserved for me. But Jackie stretched out her arm, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her and Mark. Without saying anything, she kissed me and soon our tongues were competing to see which one of them could reach the farthest down the others throat. I have to say I found her extremely sexy. She had the look of a young Audrey Hepburn about her and was very slim. A couple. I didn't mind the wind or rain, but relished in the solitude when golfing. I booked a time for the following Sunday and counted the hours. Sunday morning found me gathering my mix-matched set of inherited clubs and making sure I'd have everything I'd need, when the phone rang. My boozer of an uncle was too drunk to drive his daughter (my cousin) to some tennis-awards thing and in typical fashion passed-the-buck to a family member. I just happened to be the one dumb enough to answer the phone..