Arsi amisha patel ki tarah kamsin aur nazuk thi, lekin woh frank bhi yhi aur din mein hi puch liya dulhe bhai aaj rat kaisi dish chahiye, dulhan ki ta...ah, ya light blue nighty me khule balon wali gori mem. Maine kaha gori mem aur woh muskarate hue chali gayi,aur mein bhi din bhar apni zameen ko dekhne chala gaya aur phir dosto chudai aur hawas ka aisa nanga nach hua ki arsi ne mera dam hi nikla diya,Kamre me jate hi woh ayi aur ankho me ankhe dal kar boli mr salman your wife arsi welcomes you. ‘So this isn’t a half bad way to spend a few months, sitting at the ocean shore line drinking beers and surfing all day.’ I continued. ‘What is it that you do James, back home?’ ‘I am a journalist.’ He stated, leaning forward towards me, I thought for a split second that he was going to kiss me he was so close. My heart thumped, hard. He looked like he wanted to ask something else, but changed his mind and said, ‘What brings you down here?’ ‘It’s a very long story….’ I was cut off by two guys. I was still angry with Peter and with all of them for putting me in that position, for setting me up with strange men in the hot tub. I was probably even more angry with myself for letting it go so far. Sure the men had been confident and aggressive, but it wasn't rape, I could have fled. The truth, the scary truth, was that I enjoyed it. I had never felt so damn sexy and slutty in my life.I wondered right then, right there in front of their condo, if it was the size of Mike, his cock being. She giggled as I rubbed and her enjoyment was obvious. I took this as a cue and slowly eased her bottoms down her legs as I continued to massage her legs and bum.Eventually I had her bikini off with little resistance, I sat back and stared at her naked ass as I moved back up to massage her back. Once again I worked on her back but I was desperately wanting to put my hands further down her body, slowly I moved down massaging her legs up and down, as I massaged the insides of her thighs I.