. Yenikkum anghane oru anubhavam orukki thannu manasu nirachu thrippthi varuthi anughrakkanam…. Jhaan ninne onnu khetti pidichote da kutta… khetti...varinjhu yiru kavilukalilum maari maari chumbhichu… aliyamma yude dhrudharashtara aalinghanthil swasam muttiya jhaan chodhichu, ammame veedethum vare alpham shemichoode, yendhuvaa vandi vazhiyil othukkanoo…..Yendhe ninakkum dhrudhi aayo…parajhadhum aliyamma yude orukai yente mundinte paalikal pakuthu maattiyadhum onnichu, anakkam vachu thudhanghiya. I always wanted to ask. So what is that called in your language?’ I asked when there was a short silence. She looked up and innocently asked: ‘What?’ ‘To fuck.’ ‘Yuck!’ She shut her ears. ‘I don’t want to hear that crude word.’ ‘OK I am sorry. But what’s it called?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘You are lying.’ ‘I can’t say it. It’s not what I ever used and just heard it randomly.’ ‘Say it.’ ‘No!’ ‘OK, then tell me the word in Tamil for the privates, male or female.’ ‘What kind of perverted conversation is. My bronze Hercules. I was told how handsome you were, but I couldn't believe a man could be so MASCULINE!!! FORGIVE ME IF I DROOL!!! Now I know what a man SHOULD look like. May I feel for myself?" She reached down and grasped his cock, squeezing it and stroking it. It was, possibly, a little larger than Carl had been the other night, but it would be hard to tell without seeing them both, side by side. It was bigger around than Wayne's, to be sure. She felt herself growing excited. She SHOULD be. You looked around, you didn’t recognize where you were, but it looked sleazy. She pushed open the door and pushed you inside. You stumbled onto the bed, and laid there face down. Torrie came up behind you and rolled you over. Trish stood at the edge of the bed with the camera, watching. Torrie slipped off her pants slowly, revealing she’d left her panties in the limo. You were drunk, but you weren’t so drunk that you didn’t know what was going on. You pulled your shirt off and tossed it. Trish.