BIL opened his eyes and winked at me telling me to go and have fun.As he came out I too went cleaned myself and wore my dress. We came out Mehmood clo...sed the door locked it and kept the key in the small garden pot which was hanging opposite.I asked him why he kept there he told its safe and as it is there is nothing in his house. He lost keys 3-4 times so thought this was a good spot and it became a habitIt was still drizzling we went near the station had egg burjee. We had interesting dirty. "My mouth?" Yeah. Just a little bit."I removed my hands and put them back on my knees. "I don't know, Randy. This is one thing, but that seems pretty gay."Randy made another dismissive sound with his mouth. "You've got to get over that, man. Like I said, we're not gay, so it can't be gay. There's no difference between jerking us off or sucking us off, really. Its all about feeling good, dude."The word 'us' struck me. "Both of you?" I heard my voice crack a bit."Well, I'd certainly like a. “Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s time for grub, once we are done, it’s time for the pub.” He then happily grabbed the bread roll and started breaking it into pieces into his mushroom soup.“What was the purpose of the odd little rhyme, Master Ricky?” Ronan asked as he observed Ricky’s even odder table manners.Ricky shucked his shoulders. “My dad told me it was a bushman’s form of grace.” He could see both Micky and Ronan were confused.“A bushman is a person who lived off the land when between jobs. He would. Doing your best to ignore my efforts you keep glancing up at the mirror, but this time I'm looking at you. Our eyes lock for a moment before I take my index finger from my pussy and bring it to my mouth, taking it in and tasting my juices. The site of my naked body being caressed by myself, the fact that I tasted my own juices causes your cock to stir beneath your trousers, but you decide you're going to punish me for being such a nuisance. Turning the music up louder to drown out the sounds of.