“Yes, yes, yes.” Was all I heard out of Andre’s mouth, probably the only words he knew at the moment. “Åh Gud, farbror hårdare! Jag är på ...väg att komma!” Were the words I heard and later learned that it means “oh god, uncle harder! I’m about to come!”.I kept watching the dirty deed go down and I was gripping my hard cock through my jean shorts, hearing my grandpa and cousin’s climax, hearing the breathless cries and then the panting as they finished. I was about to turn and leave when I felt. I was merely a covert admirer, worshiping from a distance. His hands roved slowly up and down his chest and torso, up and over his shoulders and down his sides. He began to gyrate his hips, his fingers stopping just above the waistband of his royal blue briefs. I watched him with increasing interest as he teased his nipples. The bulge in the front of his underpants was more prominent now and a seed of lust which I thought had been buried too deeply for life begun to stir from its dark slumbers. A look of shock came over her face which made the guy respond. “Oh no, it’s nothing special. My wife bought it for like fifty bucks from a guy, but we had it checked out and it isn’t real gold. I was just hoping to get rid of it for a few dollars.” “Oh, yeah, sure, let me take a look,” Amber answered after regaining her posture. She stepped up to it and examined it closer. What were the chances that the egg would end up in the shop again, she thought. It was definitely the same egg though, her. I thought, what the hell. It was very late already. I should have arranged for a boy to come to me much earlier in the day but I usually did not fuck on Thursdays and did not know in advance that I shall get this horny due to not being busy at work. No one was to know plus I was very horny to miss this nice opportunity. I got to the hole and tried to shove mine bigger one to his side. The guy on the other side was almost begging that he was at the verge and would not take long and wanted to go.