C was having a tough time keeping his eyes on the TV and, after the third or fourth time I caught him staring at my breasts, he gave me a sheepish gri... and suggested we play some billiards in the den while we waited for Nate to get home.Still smiling at the dilemma I was creating for him, I said, “Sure, Mr. C”, and followed him over to the pool table.As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a tent was developing in his boxer shorts. Trying not to be obvious, I couldn’t help but. Meri village wali bhabhi aur bhaiya bhi aaye the. Main bhaiya ke liye chaye lekar gayi aur bhabhi ko chaye di aur dono log se baaten karne lagi. Main salwar suit pahani thi aur bhaiya mujhe dekh kar mujhe line de rahe the aur hum dono log ek dusre se baaten karne lage aur bhabhi mujhe baat kar rahe the aur wo meri chuchi ko daba diye aur bole ki tum bahut sexy ho aur main bhi dheere dheere garam ho rahi thi.Main bhaiya se baaten karte karte thoda open ho gayi thi. Mere bhaiya bole chalo chat. As fucked up as I still was, I answered a few more emails and gave my room number out without regard to my previous screening procedures. I was really out there and living on the edge. I truly don't remember the next few guys that came in my room and came in my mouth. I do remember the varying cock smells and flavors. Not all were to my liking, but this was the scene I'd written and set up. You can only do so much. I looked at my email again and one guy had said he'd be there later around. Then she eyeballed my legs -- in plain sheer black stockings, nothing fancy -- and my high heeled black pumps. "Wow!" she said, wiping an imaginary haze from in front of her eyes. Her skirt flipped and she wriggled her hips, then planted her hands on them. "Hoo boy!" she said. "Aren't you something!" She squared her body and then gave me her ultimate once-over. I'd seen it before. Insolent and amused. Absolutely intimidating. In that posture she looked like a tart naming her price, take it or.