“We are Akhtar’s men, I am Hassan, and he is Chotu,” said the 40-year-old guy.“Vinod, get out, you bastard,” shouted Hassan“He is not here... What the fuck do you guys want from him? Just get out of my house,” Rekha raised her voice at Hassan.“Didn’t Vinod tell you about us? That motherfucker is not even picking our call. What a chut he is,” said Chotu trying to get in between Hassan and Rekha.“How dare you talk about my husband like that,” saying that Rekha slapped Chotu on his cheeks. “Just get. On the table next to us was a beautiful woman in her late 20’s playing against her boyfriend. She had huge boobs that were spilling out of her tight tank top. I was having a very hard time concentrating on my game because every time she bend over to take her shot I got a huge glimpse of her wonderful rack. Her Boyfriend noticed I was staring and didn’t look to pleased. He was also twice the size of me. After I finished my beer I told the guys I was tired and left. As I was driving home all I. "After all, tonight we can't tell the players even with a score card."With that, it turned into a talent show of sorts. Aaron wasn't bad with the keyboard and knew some oldies himself; Vicky also knew a few, and it turned out that Liz occasionally did vocals with a country-western band that included Mike, who borrowed Dayna's guitar and accompanied her on a couple. That was followed by yet another surprise from Eve, who sung in what could only be called a cutsie-poo voice an a capella version. Her lips were full and pink, covered with a close cropping of black hair. Her scent filled my nostrils and all I could mutter was "beautiful." I pulled her pants all the way down and she kicked them aside. I let my hands glide up the inside the thighs of this now half-naked woman. She put one foot up on the couch and opened herself to me. I licked the moistness from her thighs and kissed her softly on her pussy. She held on to my neck as I moved my tongue up and down her lips, alternately.