Ok bor athe story pe To dosto yeh story karib 2 mahine pelhe ki me ahmedabad rehta hu or meri aunty surat rehti thi or 3 mahine pelhe hi vo log ahmeda...bad shift huve he or aunty ko marriage huve shirf 1 saal huva he or mere uncle bohot bade doctor he to hamesa out of town he rehte he. Me aunty unki marriage ke pelhe hi flirting vale message karta tha tabhi vo kuch nai bolti thi na ki unhone uncle ko bataya. Or shaadi ke bad to meri tadap or bhi badgai ke kab unko chodunga or vo di aa hi gaya. Me. Copious amounts of some foul smelling alcohol based liquid was tipped from a bottle and splashed liberally under arms, around his neck and massaged into Gary’s torso. Rambo couldn’t read the bottle, one because the writing was upside down, and two, dogs don’t read too well, but an educated guess lead Rambo to the entirely correct assumption that Old Spice was the flavour of the month.At last, Gary, having inspected himself from every conceivable angle, spinning and turning to see if his bum was. He pulls his foreskin right back, revealing the moist head, and he inches forwards, places a hand behind my head and raises my face to his penis. I need no urging I open my mouth and flick my tongue over the head, and I sigh with delight as I taste his precum, his excitement. I slide my lips over the head, and marvel at how I manage to get it into my mouth. This is a large cock!!! It is such an incredible turn on for me when a man takes control this way, and the way he just straddled my chest. I figured it was a friend of his - when I went off to college, he stayed at home and got a job, and knew some people I hadn't met. I'd had enough to drink to overcome my natural shyness, and went over to the girl, who watched me as I approached. There was a space next to her, so I sidled in and introduced myself, saying that my friend apparently lacked the manners to do so. She said that she'd just met him, that she'd never been in this bar before. We established that she was with a guy who was.