I didn’t know what to do. Chitti asked meWill show it has conversation type..Chitthi – harsha what you are doing this ??…Me- sorry chitti by mis...take ,I will not do again please don’t tell to any body.Chitthi- arey its not a problem ,its your age . But you should do it secretly na?Me – I forgot to lock the door chitti sorry.Chitthi- okay fine. But I will say you 1 thing u must not say to anyone.Me- (still didn’t wear d pant ) (now wearing the pant)oh sorry, chitti forgot to take the pant . Then. I met a lot of girls from a town about 20 miles away, and I didn't have a car. But back then you could count on getting a ride if you hitchhiked, and I did so to hang out with the girls, often. And that’s how it all started.I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and the car came to a stop just beyond me. I opened the door and behind the wheel was an older Black man, well dressed with grey. "Bugger!" Robbie muttered upon rounding the point.There on the beach, beyond the high tide mark were a couple of caravans, huge tandem-axled things."What the hell are they doing there!" he said aloud.Clearly they couldn't have come by sea. Obviously they must have come via Blackner's old track, but how? It was barely wide enough for a farm tractor let alone those bloody great houses-on-wheels.As the little 10 horse Yamaha outboard pushed the aluminium dingy towards the beach, Robbie saw a. It was then that I felt Paul drizzle some lubricant on my ass and he shifted position to get behind me and before I knew what was happening I felt his cock nudging at my ass hole. “Hey Paul.” I began. “It’s OK Tom, don’t worry, we could tell this sort of thing was new to you but relax and enjoy it. We just want to make you feel good.”“Yes Tom,” said Jane, looking back over her shoulder and knowing what was happening, “you have fucked me, Paul’s wife, so don’t you think it fair that he can fuck.