However, when I opened the advert it was a rather unusual idea. A couple were advertising that they wanted guys to come to their flat in South London,... and when there to use their letter box as a gloryhole. There would be no communication, the door wouldn’t be opened and once I had cum I would leave. This meant that I would get my cock out in a public hallway, and shove it into a strangers’s letterbox. To me it seemed most likely a prank and a great risk, but replied to see what kind of response. .” April pressed the soles of her sandals together and drew her feet as far under the seat as she could, spreading her thighs.Ron began exploring her through her cotton briefs. He located her labia and worked his finger into her slit, finding her clitoral shaft and hood. He began languidly stroking its full length. She pulled the hem of her dress down and around his arm and held it there.He glanced at her. She sat, stone faced and looking down the road ahead of them. Her breathing already was. "All sweet and caramel and warm and melting."She smiled, snuggling back into the embrace even more and pulling his arms tighter around her, trying to relax him as much as show her appreciation. He squeezed her gently, his fingers tracing small circles on her flanks. She felt a little of the tension ease out of his arms as he sighed. His breath shifted her hair slightly as he rested his chin on her head."I'm just being stupid, aren't I?" she said after a moment.She opened her eyes to stare at. One day I was playing on the ground, I felt thirsty, so I went to my home to have water. But when I approached my home I saw a man whose name is Ramesh. He is 24 years old I think. He wore a green shirt and maroon lungi. I saw him watching something behind my house and one of his hand is on inside of his lungi. I went opposite to him without seeing him. I went hidden behind the tree. When I looked into the direction where he is watching. I was shocked. My mom was washing clothes and her boobs.