Even my kid sister Paula was a Doris supporter. My brother was too young to have an opinion. My family was not quite as well off as Doris' family. Dad... David Sr., runs the family equipment rental business with my uncle John. My uncle is the older brother by ten years and a bit of a tight wad. The business does well under his strict management, but it is my Dad's outgoing personality and his ability to make friends and work with anyone including people he hates that has truly built the business.. To tell the truth I didn't like it there. Obviously Betty and Morris didn't like it either. They left even before they finished their first dance.Stephanie didn't enjoy it very much either. She danced a couple dances with me and we went to the kitchen to finish our refreshment that we had left there before the dance. She found a few cups with the same cocktail she left behind but decided it didn't matter and finished one of them. We were about to find the host to tell him we were leaving when. As i licked & sucked on her pussy I tasted something that I had not tasted in years. It had an unmistakable taste & texture, it was salty & thick, I opened my eyes & they confirmed what my taste buds were telling me, a thick load of white semen was oozing from her vagina, my legs buckled & my pussy throbbed as I realised I was licking, tasting & swallowing my own sons semen from his sexy Bisexual girlfriends pussy and in total amazement found my tounge burried deep inside her tight pink arse. He was not even in a position to speak.“Rekhaji, You don’t understand. See, I wanted to fuck a Hindu wife with her mangalsutra and sindoor. I did. Now it’s his wish to fuck you in front of your cuckold husband. You have to obey him. And Rekhaji, please don’t make him angry,” Khan chacha said and warned Rekha.“I am off now. Good night darling,” Khan chacha got up and pressed Rekha’s boobs before going.“Let me make her ready, Ali bhai,” Chotu pleaded to Ali.Ali nodded, and Chotu walked towards.