I was about thirty feet away when it opened and a tall, well dressed and shaven man walked out towards me. As he passed I saw what looked to be a look... of approval on his face. This small sign of encouragement gave me the nerve I needed to open the door and walk in. I found myself in a small foyer, posters lined the walls, each with its own homosexual movie title and stars. To my right, a slightly obese man in his late thirties sat reading a news paper. He didn't even look up he just said "8. Usne bhi mera tight lund notice kiya.Mein usko bola ki mein ghar jaata hu. Woh phele mere lund k paas dekh rahi thi fir hasne lagi. Boli ki baahar bohot baarish hai aaj yahi rukh jaa mein tere mom ko bol dete hu ki tu aaj yahi rukh raha hai. Usne mujhe towel aur uske hubby ka pajaama aur tshirt diya boli ki chnge kar aao. Mein change karke aaya aur bhetha tha. Fir woh gyi chnge karke aayiJaise hi woh baahar aayi geele baal the uske aur woh pari lag rahi thi. Pink hot nighty mein kya dikh rahi. I could feel my face go red, Gemma and Claire looked at each other smirking. 'Drop your trunks young man!' ordered Sarah. I looked around, luckily the garden was not overlooked. 'what here?'. 'Yes here and now!' Sarah seemed to get more angry as I delayed. I turned my back on them and slowly lowered my trunks, baring my white buttocks, from the rest of my tanned body. I could hear Gemma and Claire giggle. Sarah pushed my trunks right down onto the floor with her foot. I quickly put both hands. She was holding my hands which were busy in fondling her boobies then I started unhooking her blouse and in no time her blouse was lying on the floor. I was mesmerized when I saw the impression of her brown nipples in a white lacy bra; it was a feast of a life time. A young guy enjoying semi-naked beauty of a married lady much older than him, I started pressing her boobs hard and kissing her cleavage and licking her neck, ears and then I removed her bra and my mouth was wide open when I saw.