After a few email exchanges, we made telephone contact to arrange for a meeting. Las Vegas seemed like the perfect venue so we agreed to travel there ...or a long weekend of nylon based fun.We agreed to meet at one of the lounges at the Bellagio Hotel across from the Paris where we were staying. None of us had much difficulty spotting one another as our wives were looking divine in stunning short cocktail dresses and glossy sheer pantyhose with eye popping sexy, strappy, dressy high heels showing. She knew she was wet and the chance to get in the water would be the perfect way of hiding any evidence of the fact.The pool was warm as she stepped in, but not too much and she knew that as soon as she pressed the button to start the bubbles, it would all add to the cooling process. She sat back in the captains chair, slung her arms out each side and fumbled around for the button, all while keeping her eyes shut. "Oh my God!" she thought. The only outward sign of the way the bubbles were. Deepti said she will be the doctor.Thanks to some genes inherited from my wife, my daughter stayed adamant and insisted that she be the doctor every time. She had to agree. My daughter wore the stethoscope and sat on the chair like a doctor. Deepti acted sick and sat on the sofa and told her that she had a headache.My kid asked her hundred other questions about what she ate last night, and if she had alcohol etc. The questions were annoying. I saw that Deepti was getting annoyed. But she was. “What’s so funny?” Kris questioned me.“Now I know what I looked like this morning. Like I thought, it looks like you were fucked long and hard and I can see the content smile on your face.” I told her.“You know, that is probably the best oral sex and definitely the best fucking I have ever had, bar none.” She bragged, “My poor pussy is sore but it sure is a good kind of sore. I won’t need to be fucked for a couple days at least.”“What will you tell your old man when he gets home and waves his.