That sounded like Van. I popped my head around the corner and all I could see was darkness.I followed the lurid moans and rhythmic, squishy, slapping ...noises trying not to trip over the junk on the floor. There was steam engine panting coming from the woman and the sound of thrashing.As I got closer I heard “Uh-uh-uh,” and then a whispered, “Sooooo gooood!! Sooooo gooood!! Ah Yesssss, fuck me!!! Don’t stop!!! I’M CUMMING!! And the woman gave a strangled “AAAggghhh!!!” At the same time, I heard. Matt and Art nudged her forward, and she gulped as she came in closer to the man. He was up on the second floor by the stairs, one elbow on the railing, and looking down at the small crowd below. So much more intimidating than that time she’d caught Jessy fucking him in a booth; his first change must have changed him in ways she could never fathom.She managed a small smile at him. He looked great in a suit, but reeked of the sort of man who hated suits. A shame, Antoinette would say.“Hello. The band around the hips and across the back was too think. It was probably 2 inches at least. I don't care for the thin "floss", but I do like the waist band to be pretty narrow.Once we were naked, I gently guided her down onto the bed. I stood there checking her out as she laid back. I always enjoy the feeling of my balls dangling freely with my dick sticking straight out in front of me. Seeing that she was staring at it only made it harder.I almost got a bit of stage fright when I remembered. Lekin Maine kisi ko fuck nahi kiya tha, socha Iski gaand marlu, Lund b choonge ga agar bad a nikla toh.. Agar mera chota nikla toh mazaak keh k taal dunga.Me: Darr aur Tumse..? Good joke.. Bolo kaha compare karenge..Akhtar: mere ghar ajao koi nahi hai. (As his parents were teachers)Me: An ajau kya?Akhtar: Ajao.Mera Lund pant me tent hogaya tha. Maine socha jaon ya nahi.. Dil bola jaane k lite.Me: Aa raha noon, ready raho mera Lund choosne k life..Mai us k ghar gaya aur text kiya bahar ao bol.