I said to her then; “Patti don’t be embarrassed by the act of it all, and you need not be at all around me about it.”Believe me I went to say to...her I’ve had it in my life myself and enjoyed it a lot.She just snuggled up to me closer though somewhat shocked that I had told her such a thing, and then went on to explain to her that she wasn’t the only woman in this world to enjoy it and more so than that to desire and want it.Then I asked her outright Do you enjoy and desire and want it from him. He said he was originally from Brazil. I noticed he was covered in tattoos. At a distance with his skin coal black I hadn’t noticed them. I asked him about the tattoos and he just said that he liked getting them. We drank and my buddies came and sat back with us and after several drinks with Raphael buying each time. I was getting drunk and I had to pee. I went to the men’s room and it had several urinals and several stalls. The stalls were always with guys getting blow jobs and the urinals. He completely lied over me with both his hands under my back and gently pulling me towards him closer. I tried to separate my legs to the farthest, but the saree didn’t allow me to. Desperate to feel his manhood, I placed my hands over his butt, pulled him closer and kept rubbing over his dick.Meanwhile he kept sucking my boobies like a baby would do, except that my brother’s a 23 years big baby… my nipples erected to their maximum extent and he kept sucking and biting my boobs so hard that a. Before he got up he made me look directly into the camera and asked me if I thought I was going to get in trouble when I got back home because of the things I did tonight. SHIT! I practically forgot about all that. I started to panic and look around for my clothing when Otis sat on the couch in front of me with that delicious fat monster pointing hard up at the ceiling and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet then down on his lap facing him as I kept whispering that I had to leave. As I sat.