His crotch was covered with a leather jock strap with pouch, but his dick and balls were so big that they stuck half outside. It was a real horny sigh...t. I stood looking at him from the doorway."May I have some water master, please", he asked kindly. He looked in the direction of a sideboard with some dildos, condoms and other attributes. There were also some bottled drinks. "I am not yet a master, so just call me Robby". I stepped further into the room and grabbed a bottle of water. I knelt. Girls were quite usedto that strong smell but boys were a bit shy anddisgusted.“Don’t be disgusted guys, this is the juice that comesfrom your dearly balls, the intimate juices of lust andlove, you should taste them.”First I passed the bowl to everyone so they could puttheir nose inside and get used to it. “Before lettingyou drink from the bowl I want to see the shy guys inaction” I had invited an old man to the centre and heentered the sperm room. I asked the guys. She was now flooded with tears, but I didn't care. I had waited so long for this, and I wasn't going to let it slip away now. I rammed my body against the rolls of her ass, as my dick went in and out. I was letting slow grunts, as this was my first time in a real pussy. It felt so good, that in a matter of a few minutes, I could feel the skeet getting ready to drain into her violated pussy. "UHGGGGHHH". I had the biggest climax of my life, right there in my OWN mom's pussy. She was screaming at. The 70-year-old had thinning white hair, beady blue eyes, wrinkles all over the wazoo (and everywhere else), and was losing all the strength and vigor his once-youthful body had. Preparing for his trip, David put on his traveling suit, wing-tipped loafers, and a brown homburg. He packed the usual necessities, left for the airport, and boarded his first-class seat.During his flight, all David could do was think about India. The land of Gandhi, the home of Hinduism, the world's most populous.