Mom said, “You’re all hands just like your father was. God, I miss him.”Dad had died in a car accident a few years before but with the insurance...money we lived well and Mom didn’t have to work. That was why we had the entire summer together. August was to be Betsey’s triple penetration month. That was only two weeks away but she was ready right then. In our two weeks together I had fucked all of her holes at least twice a day so I knew that I had been in her ass at least the thirty times that. I pulled them down and dropped them on the floor. Jerry put his hand back on my dick and held it for a few minutes, I did the same with his. It was the first time I felt someone elses dick. It felt spongy and soft. Almost most like rubber.Lifting my dick, he ran his thumb over and around the head of it till it was fully erect. Moving his hand up and down it Jerry said, you have a nice dick. Pulling the sheets down, Jerry said he wanted to see it.I was breathing hard as he turned the lamp on.. I was waiting for my train but it did not arrive for more than an hour after its scheduled time. I went to the ticket counter and enquired. After half an hour, a guy came and told me that train was running some 12 hours late.It was 4pm in the noon. The thought of waiting for another 12 hours was scary. So I wanted to go back to my friend’s place.When the few people around heard my problem, they all sympathized with me. Well, that’s so common in India, especially villages. So they started. She approached her father, eying him warily as she dropped into a very shaky curtsey, stumbling a little. - Good evening Messieurs, she murmured softly, keeping her hands folded in front and head bowed. The comte smiled contritely as he took another drink then waved her away. - Off you go dear, said Genevieve in her sugary sweet voice from where she hung on the comte's other arm. - Perhaps you should go and keep Monsieur d'Angelus company- Is everything all right, Angelus? I do not see you.