I realised it was azhar and Ali our seniors whom she used to drink with.Azhar: dawai kitni milai thi?Smriti: jitni tum ne boli thi usse aadhi.Ali: raa...d poori kyun nahi milai ye uth gaya to?Smriti: vo nahi uthega behosh ho gaya thaAzhar: maa chudaye ye apne bf ke saamne chudne ke kiya taiyaar hai kutiyaSmriti: madarchod taiyaar nahi hoti to tujhe bulati kyun in front of my bedroom there is kitchen and an open space Smriti switched off light while they were standing in kitchen which had lights. The finger pressed itself into my hole; I felt excitement but I was not ready to be fucked like that by some unknown guy in the dark, so I pulled the hand out and left for the exit. On the way out hands touched me both on the back and on my bulb under the jeans. One part of me wanted to stay but the other was too unsecure. That was then. This late evening I came into the club around five in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three. Somehow the blonde became aware of me and reached out her left hand to play with my balls as she sucked strongly on her partner’s clit. We transitioned from a twosome to a threesome with no words spoken, nothing said at all, at least in words. I took the riding crop from the standing woman and began striking the blonde’s ass. She wiggled nicely and the standing woman grinned encouragement. Ah! Inspiration drove on the young one to new passions visible in the face of the older woman, looking. They looked back every couple of minutes or so, probably confused as to what was attractive about an average middle-aged man. During half-time, when the cheerleaders and team were gone from the field, three of the girls started turning around in their seats, looking up at us and obviously flirting. Two of them had some cleavage exposed and leaned back from time to time, giving Ron and me some rather interesting views. They were also wearing short skirts, which revealed about half of their.