You are there for their pleasure. You wonder, where did I get them? Do any of them know you? Do all of them know you? Maybe you flirted with one ...f them before. Given someone a glimpse of your cleavage as you bent down? Maybe they are all strangers, black? white? Men? Women? What did I mean by you better know how many?Now you feel the hands on you again, wandering, touching, feeling. Your arms, legs, stomach, breasts, your hair, face and especially your lips. A hand touches your. It was 2:00 O’clock in the morning.Her son’s were fast asleep in the bedroom. Her husband, my uncle would not be home until 4:00 a.m. I needed energy desperately if I was to fuck my auntie the third time. The lamb curry had done its job, and by the time I was finished, I was dying for deserts. But not the deserts one expects after dinner, this desert was to be the most extraordinary, mouth-watering desert I would ever taste!My auntie Runa was by the sink, washing the dishes. I got up to wash my. I could feel her squeezing me with her pussy walls, it felt like she was trying to suck my cock in permanently. My cum was dripping out around my cock and running down her thighs while I held tight. I pulled out and rolled over onto my back for a breather.Guy 1 in the meantime had fully recovered his hardon. He pulled Sarah onto him as he lay down and basically turned her into a hand puppet. He picked her up by the hips and lowered her onto his throbbing cock and provided to have her ride him.. I know it’s an ungodly hour but that’ll just about give is time to get there before things start.”I asked when things ‘kicked off’ and was told a meet up for coffee at nine-thirty with a ten o'clock start. Now bear in mind that this was fifty plus odd years ago, the cars were not like today and the roads over the hills and to the east coast were less than impressive. Four hours was going to be tight to make.***Five-twenty five the next, cold, grey, still dark autumn morning saw me drawing up.