During my college days, I was a hiking and mountaineering buff. Every weekend, by Friday evening or Saturday afternoon, our group used to go to scale ...eaks in Matheran, in or around Ranchi or long distance. By Sunday evening we used to be back. There we were to scale about 6 – 8 peaks.My mobile no is 9931971100. We were a group of 14 initially, but as the weather was turning bad, with constant rain and thunder, with flood warning, most of the group returned, leaving behind a core group of 4 and. And still his cock pumped in and out of her, his body slapping against hers. Finally, he was emptied, his come in all three of her holes. That was ownership.He collapsed on top of her, his body covering hers, his cock still in her snatch. His breath was hot and ragged against the back of her neck, both of them breathing hard. She felt a little stunned, a little in awe of what had just happened and the intensity of it. And fuck it felt nice to have come. They stayed like that a long time,. The room I now resided in was not large but there was plenty of room with only me in it. There were no furnishings that I noticed, only concrete walls of the same gray as the floor. There was a drain in the center of the floor near me and opposite the door. I didn’t want to think why it would need to be here. Jerking my chin up to meet his eyes, I grunted as much as the gag would allow at the swift motion of his hand on my chin. Slowly that almost smiling mouth broke into an all out. Nope, not a dream. I’m definitely covered in our cum, even my balls are still wet from our sex. I throw on some shorts and a shirt and head downstairs to the living room.After a night of drinking we tend to all meet up there in front of the TV recounting what happened the night before. Sometimes we have to inform each other what they did during a blackout, trying to piece together the adventures of the night before. Regaling the tales of what each missed, who saw who and who hooked up with.