We have an impromptu booty-rubbing party w/ giggling Lanisha to my left and moaning Veronica to my right getting lingering swans up their tight young ...racks as I manipulate my long fingers on their jeans-covered pussies further up. My erection is pleading to be set free as I rub my crotch against their bottoms back-and-forth like a horny goat. "Get into that bedroom you sexy little mamas" and I order them to march forth. They bounce ahead of me and turn toward the cool back bedrooms as I snap. For the new readers, at first I introduce myself. I am Moni, late 40 and 5’-7”. I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving in a public organization. My whole life is lustful indeed. As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or women with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncovered boobs and pussies from hidden places when they change costumes.I. Andher roaming hands would reach up my skirt whenever a more-or-lessprivate opportunity arose...It was mid-afternoon when I woke. At first I was disoriented - I wasn'tused to sleeping during the day and for a moment wondered why I waslying on a bed while wearing a dress. Then, of course, I remembered. Igot up and checked my appearance in the mirror. My lipstick was alittle smudged and my dress was creased where I had been lying on it.Now it would need ironing! I remembered that I still had. He leans into me and kisses me again. It is nice to be kissed like this. Slow, his breath warm on my cheek. I can smell his skin, feel its heat, and feel my breath as it is deflected back to me. His mouth parted slightly, I feel his tongue gently explore my lips, tasting, moving into me. I feel it deeper than my mouth should allow. He moves a fraction of a breath away from me. His voice is low, a rumble. ‘I can’t get that night out of my mind…the way that guy took you, the words between you…I.