. Indian porn sex Bernie smiled and replied, “You know, on Facebook, it’ll look like you were ecstatic!”
“Oh no” I said. Bob applied his spittle to his by now hard 8 inch cock, and started to work it in between my arse cheeks. When things were quiet in the early afternoon, especially during school holiday times, Dad would often take a nap upstairs before the ‘rush’ began, leaving me in charge of the bar, as I knew how to operate everything, even though he wasn’t supposed to, according to the Licence dept. Anyway, one afternoon during school holidays, I was all alone when Bernie and Bob, two regulars, entered the bar. I didn’t want to be seen as a wimp [my Dad was known as a hard drinker] so I just downed it in one. . With that, he stood astride me, bent his knees, Bob pulled my arse cheeks apart, and Bernie lunged forward. By 6.30pm. “I don’t drink” said I. I didn’t want to upset regular customers, so, despite the fact I’d never had alcohol, I took the same as they had and didn’t know any better so drained the glass like it was just seven-up. Not all had loving wives, as I found out pretty soon.
