Phir sab females aise hi mere badan ke saath khel rahi thi aur apni gand aur chut chatai, phir muhe uthakar who log mujhe bathroom mai le gayi aur let...e ko kaha, mujhe pata tha who kya karne wali thi, phir ek ek karke sab mere muh mai muthne lagi, maine sabka muth pi gaya. Phir sabki chut maine saaf kar diye, phir un logo ke peeche mujhe kutte ki tarah aane ke kaha, sab nange hi sofe par baith gaye.Mai kutte ki tarah unke peeche aa gaya, phir sab ne kahna khaya, mujhe unke pairo mai baithkar. One Friday after work it had been arranged that I would go up to meet her for dinner; as ever it was made very clear why I had been invited, and so I hadn't been able to concentrate on anything else. Sarah lived in a village called Sarratt, near the M25 in Hertfordshire, a nice quiet place just on the edge of the 'Green Belt'. We had arranged to meet in one of the local pubs a bit later than normal, and by the time I got there it was after 9. Sarah was waiting for me at a quiet table by the. ”“Look mom, you come in when I’m being quiet, so I think you like seeing me jerk my cock, in fact, I know you do.” I said.“Honey, I’m no prude, I know boys have raging hormones and that they masturbate. I’m just saying you need to be more discreet.”“BS,” I replied.“Look mom, you have to be spying on me to catch me as much as you do. I think you like seeing my hard cock and probably want to suck it. I said.The startled look on her face was priceless.She started to speak but nothing came out. I. I was so excited that I could already feel myself ready to cum. It was taking all I could do to keep from spurting. As I forced my cock up into her hard, she squealed and raked her nails across my chest. That’s going to leave scratches on my chest, my conscience reminded me. You'll leave and they'll be my little reminder for a while. But right now, I didn't fucking care. Not about Bev, not about the tow truck that was on the way and not about the cars driving by. I was in heaven with my cock.