Their hands are like blurs as they pleasure themselves, their guests see nothing out of the ordinary in this and continue to chat and drink and a few ...iscuss the spectacle. Both have their eyes screwed tight in concentration but open them almost simultaneously and stare intensely at each other as they both cum, coating the food with a thick cream substance (from Tim) and a viscous clear, watery fluid from Carissa (although as she sprays the bowl some drops miss it - not that it matters as Nikki. I was at the top of Coniston old man admiring the view when someone called my name, turning I saw Greg striding towards me, talk about surprised I couldn't say I had not thought of him I had usually when i was jerking off but I never expected to see him again. As soon as he was alongside me he asked with a smile on his face "how my sex life was going", I had to admit not that well in fact without my hand it would have been non existent. We set off down the track in the direction of Coniston. And then next day in the function my father was announced as the leader, everything went as planned. I was asked by father to give a thanking speech about guruji. I thought this is my chance. I went on stage and instead of the thanking speech I told everyone that guruji is a fraud, he is tricking people and so and so and I can provide the proof. Everyone in the village was stunned, some started shouting, and there was total chaos. As I was their leaders son no one dared to touch me. But. A southern style hot dog had a grade A hotdog, inside a higher quality bun, with mustard chilli, slaw and some hot spices. I found that worth a few dimes more.We sat by the lake having a decent hot dog washed down with diet coke. The conversation naturally moved to Allen. “So Sarah did you stab Allen?” I asked.“Of course not. I cared for him bullshit and all,” she answered.“So who do you think did it?” I asked.“Honest Deacon I have no idea. Allen never did anything to anyone. At least nothing.