I couldn’t do anything about it. “I’m cumming!” I yelled, with tears of pleasure forming in my eyes, as the orgasm’s powerful spasm tore thr...ough my aching cunt. It was one of the most powerful orgasms ever. I moaned for what seemed like forever.“Are you on birth control?” he asked. “Yeah. . . yeah,” I said breathlessly, trying to regain my composure. “Yeah, I’m on birth control.”“Good. Now get on your knees and turn around!” Marcus eagerly demanded, as he hopped up, steadying himself with his. Seeing all the pics shared, I started getting an inferiority complex with my body. I am more of a hairy guy like most Indians, but these foreigner men are so well trimmed and maintained.So I went about shaving my private parts and my trimming my chest hair and hair in other places to look presentable. A couple of days later, I got a text for a doctor who was around 45 years old, he was a bisexual, named Peter.Being educated and a doctor, he was more of a gentleman who wanted to get to know. I was pushed off, and she quickly rid me of my clothes, She stood and stripped, no sign of embarrassment. Her tightly trimmed pussy drew my attention, but it seemed it wasn’t time for me to give yet. She forced me onto my back and her eager hot and wet mouth circled my cock. She stroked me, licked me up and down, and sucked me. “Yeah, yeah more,” I must have been moaning as she pulled back my foreskin to lick and suck. I so wanted to eat or enter her; I knew she was ready for it. I saw Carol. But when she suggested we head home, she found in me a willing chauffeur. The yuletide joy continued on our brief commute, holding hands, stealing kisses, smiling and laughing. Her children were at her Mum’s for the night so we had the house to ourselves. I scooped up my beautiful sweetheart as soon as we had shed our coats. The best laugh of the night ensued when she saw the novelty head gear I had slipped on. The laugh didn’t end, but just evolved into one of the most beautiful kisses. “Where.