That weekend I loaded some beer, two days worth of food and a bag of ice into a cooler, packed the cooler, my tent, some clothes (including that tight... yellow bikini bottom) and some other camping necessities into my old rustbucket of a car and took off for a three hour car ride to glorious sun, good sand, great surf and gay sex (although I had no expectation of that last one). I signed in at the gate and paid for a one night pass at a site near the beach.After I parked my car, set up my tent. At the same time she had pulled up the leg on one side of my shorts and was joyfully pumping my hard cock and running her thumb over the slippery tip that was covered with my precum.We were so preoccupied with each other that we didn’t notice the train conductor standing watching us play like a couple of teenagers. When he cleared his throat it caught our attention. I moved my body to get our tickets out of my pocket. As I did I accidentally pulled Angel’s jacket away from her lap. I am sure he. Da der Chauffeur der deutschen Botschaft seit Jahren ein regelmäßiges Einkommen von der Balkan Gang bezog war alles weitere ein Kinderspiel. Ein weiterer Handlanger arbeitete das Wochenende als Kellner im Regierungspalast und versorgte die Balkan Gang mit weiteren wichtigen Informationen."Alles läuft nach Plan!", verkündete er per Handy. "Die beiden Töchter sind hier und werden sich zwischen 22 und 23 Uhr auf den Heimweg machen, während der Botschafter und seine Frau noch länger bleiben. I was also eager to meet my next possible prey. When he arrived I bent down to touch his feet making sure that my hubby is behind me. I showed him the maximum I can while bending and dropping my dupatta from my shoulder. Then I straightened up covering my melons with my dupatta. He had a full view of my boobs. Then I looked in to his eyes, it seemed he wasn’t bothered. He has a good physics, well built but he wears dhoti. It was 11p.m. He went for bath, and then came to the dinning table.