We turned opposite from each other, but i could still see the mirror. alex pulled his pants down and i did too, i could see his butt, and it was whit...e as a ghost. i didn’t understand much about guys and girls, except that it was gay to be doing what i was doing. so i didn’t look when he turned around. even though i wanted too.we got back from the trip and i managed to get his cell phone number. i called him a few days after camp and asked him if he wanted to hang out. he agreed and decided me. Once he grabbed me above my hips and started pulling back it only got better and, I got slammed hard as hell for a while. Yes, I became a little vocal, our bodies slapping together added to the sound in the room and I tried to urge him on as much as I could (given the language barrier) he did understand words like ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘harder’ and, of course… ‘oh my god!’, very well. I got a decent hard fast fucking before he blew a nice big load in me.That’s one thing about Vietnamese guys I. And my wife is hot too, sexy pale Irish girl. She's short and small, light brown hair, very pale and but huge D cup tits. The first night after the game she noticed my raging hard on while we cuddled trying to sleep. I didn't have to say anything she just started going down on me. I just sat back with my eyes closed dreaming about sucking Larry's cock. Eating her out wasn't enough, her pussy wet and dripping down my lips just wasn't the same. I needed something throbbing in my mouth, wanted to. She remembered Lord Tathlone. He was a kindly man, polite, thoughtful but just a little vague, forgetful. It was unkind of her to mention his smell; but, unfortunately, he did smell like an old goat! She remembered his steward, a man a man named Ebeneezer. He was an obsequious little man. Bald and pasty faced, with bulging eyes. The way her looked at her had made her flesh crawl. She shuddered at the thought. No, she would never marry Tathlone.“You really are a self-centred little bitch aren’t.