Every one of them pissed to the gills. In their drunken state I'd like to take a few - just a few - of them aside and trust that what they've imbibed will have made them release their inhibitions enough to do things they wouldn't have entertained when sober. From experience I well know how drink can 'loosen' one up to advantage.
When I've done this in England (many times, in fact, both as sucker and suckee) it always increased the excitement never knowing if someone was going to unexpectedly appear - and maybe stand there watching, or perhaps getting all hostile and angry (it all added to the delicious tension) - or most perilously caught out by the cops, or the 'boys in blue' as they're still occasionally called here, despite their uniforms having been black for decades now. (I suppose in India you'd have to say the 'men in khaki'). So there was an incentive to hurry it along - if you were the sucker to get him to cum quickly so you could gobble it down and separate without having exchanged a single word. Great fun, though - and as addictive as the act itself. 😊
Do not put feet on seats, but you can leave your cock out as long as you want.
Not in the least shy abut showing off what he's got, and what he's got from top to toe, front to back, just sizzles.
They must have done something really disobedient to deserve the back of a brush, so I can only cheer the father on. Teach them a lesson they'll never forget, is what I say! - make it fuckin' sting like hell. Ha ha!
I've never managed to find out if the spunk of brothers, or even better twins, tastes identical.
With cock as delicious as the rest of that caramel-coloured body.
The only trouble, I find, is that when I'm sucking one of them I can't stop thinking of the other. It would be better if we all had two or more mouths!
