The toilet block hadn't changed much over the years still a bit of a dump half hidden by brambles, I suppose it got cleaned a couple of times a week a...nd had major repairs done but the walls were still covered in graffiti and the holes in the walls looked as if they had been given up on past attempts at repair showing marks of age. I decided to sit on the pan and read the graffiti and give my cock a stroke for old times sake, some of the art work was really good and some of the graffiti funny. None of them looked at good as Dena did. Her body glistened and begged more than ever to be touched, licked, and fucked. Her head was lying on the side of the tub, arms stretched out. Dena had never felt more relaxed. Her tits rose above the water, moving slightly with her breathing. Paul sat next to her and ran his palms over her nipples. Dena didn’t move. He massaged them, squeezing them together tightly and slowly releasing them. He felt her breathing increase. Paul’s tongue teased. Without speaking, he approached, stroking his cock. He made it swell. It became fatter, longer, from quick short strokes at the base. The cock stiffed as he continued his jerking of the enormous behemoth.“Please…”“Shut the fuck up, you’re a worthless cunt,” his voice had deep, angry resonance. It was the bodybuilder. The man’s body was a testament to manhood. Bulging muscles, a colossal chest, his arms resembled some stone carving portraying the perfect man. And then you have that boner, angry. He had told me he was athletic and still played cricket with the guys in the slum where he lived, but he could easily have given some of the guys in my gym a run for their money. Once again I wondered how he was not in much better circumstances.Go to indiansexstories dot net to read more real life sexual encounters.I was in the grip of such lust that I knew it was now or never. I wanted all of his clothes to come off. Hurriedly, I devised a very cliché plan. I went and got a glass of cola,.