Bill had left on Friday for his annual week long fishing trip with his old Army buddies and I was left alone with Leslie and my fingers for company �...� oh yea, and we still hadn't made love. Paula called to check in on me and I invited her and Brian over for a Saturday afternoon pool party.On Saturday my doorbell rang and I saw it was almost two. I was in the kitchen making some snacks and after a glass of iced tea we agreed to change into swim suits and meet out at the pool. Paula, for some. Me- Naahi Maami.aap itni rat ko kaise? Sab theek to hai na.Maami- ni Virat, bas aise hi nind nahi aa rahi thi socha tumse baat karlu .tumhe koe pareshani nahi hain na.???Me-Nahi Maami kaoe bhi pareshani nahi he aap jab chahe muzse baat kar sakti hain .Maami : achha thik he waise muze aaj akele sone me daar laag raha he , to kya tum mere kamre me aa ke so sakteho ?Me : are Maami aap hi aao na mere kamre main .waise bhi ghar to khali hain (noughty smile k sath mene reply diya)Maami : accha Akele. As I thought, he was standing there, an obvious tent in his pants. He introduced himself as Zane, from England. We went into one of the private rooms and he got straight to business without speaking a word. He threw me onto the bed roughly, quickly stripping off both of our clothes. He sat on my chest, pushing his big, easily eight inch cock, into my mouth and fucking it. I was in total shock; it was all happening so fast and I was getting wet. My mouth was being abused, but I was getting wet. Tim looked at Coach Fontana who looked like he was trying to think of a way to burn the chair the man was sitting in after he left ... or maybe while he was still sitting in it. “How can I help you? I was in the middle of a test in Journalism.”“Oh, don’t worry, son, I’ll talk to Mr. Baird, and you can take it later, or we will get you a retake later on today if we don’t finish up here to quick,” Coach Fontana explained.“Well, I still don’t know why am I here,” Tim stated with a bit of.