That first summer I missed the sailing week. I had graduate school to attend. Tony, Joanne and Sarah wrote often, and we met up at holidays. Sarah wen...t to Oxford. Joanne took a year off. At first everyone thought it was just for a gap year.I got to go to the sailing week the next year. It was great fun! Truly. The sailing was great and I was now regarded as an expert. I had girls and boys hanging on my every bit of sailing advice. A young voice came up to me. “Hi Chris”“Hi, Fred, how are you.. Hand shaking, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the photo. It was already showing signs of wear, although the woman pictured was as beautiful as ever. Should she? COULD she?The number was burned into her memory, but Cynthia turned the photo over anyway as she activated the phone. Her heart was beating a hundred times a second as, slowly, seven buttons were pressed. She put the phone to the side of her head, turning the photo back over to gaze at the stranger.She could hear the phone. I then made my way to the other side and did the same to the other nipple. She screamed again and thrashed around but surprisingly remained concious. I guess she had a higher pain tolerance than I originally thought. I thought for a moment before a particularly enjoyable idea showed itself to me. I never liked to do the same thing twice. I crawled onto the cot and kneeled between her thighs. "Are you a virgin, little Lauren?" I inquired. She just stared at me and for a moment I thought she was. Within a few minutes of my sucking, she squirted, and I drank all of her juices.Then she told me that she wants to see Saroj getting punished by me properly for hiding such a nice cock from her and giving birth to her bastard husband. So, I started fucking Saroj in her pussy while slapping her face and biting her nipples.But Surbhi was not enjoying it, she said, “This bitch has a huge pussy which will not be able to satisfy you Divik. Why don’t you try her ass? I believe this bitch has done.