I was on a well known swinging site one evening and got chatting to a Pakistani guy called Amit. He was 28, handsome and had a really beautiful brown ...ock and I already knew I wanted him. After a few messages he wrote, can you I request something of you? Of course I replied. He told me that his best friend Hasan is getting married next month and this Saturday was his Stag do in Birmingham city centre. The plan was to go out in town and then come back to a hotel they had booked on the Hagley. One mermaid even appeared to wink at her. Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, she glanced down at her wound. It wasn’t as serious as she had previously feared, it was long, but not deep, nothing that would seriously test a healer as long as no infection set in. Quickly, rummaging through her pack, she found a healing salve of crushed herbs, which smelt heady, cloying, but somehow exciting. She knew that this salve had worked in the past, and was sure it would do again. She opened it and saw. When we arrived at the disco, we could see that there were already a lot of people present. The place had opened the doors at 7pm, but we had decided to go at 9pm. When we went inside, we saw that there was a long row of people waiting at the cloakroom, it seemed that we weren't the only one that had arrived a little later. When it was finally our turn to give them our coats. Illiana removed hers first, I saw that some of the guys around us were checking her out, I think I even heard somebody. ” “what can we do? We don’t get women like you in the hostel so we fuck each other.” And I continued to stroke her ass and finger fuck her ass. After sometime, I softly whispered into her ears, “mother!” “yes my son.” “can I fuck you in the ass? I will do it gently, believe me; it won’t hurt.” She was all heated up, “you are sure?” “yes mother.” “okay, do it, but be careful.” I jumped up and went and brought a pillow which I placed below her stomach and propped up her big ass. It was.