Vo itni kamukh hogyi ti ki apni nity nikal fekar mere uppar chad lipat geyi, use yeh bi hosh nehi ke me chota hoon, mere upper poori lete geyi aur apn... kamar ko mere lund ke saat kisne lagi, aur pagal ki tarah muje kiss karne lagi me bi gharam ho geya, me mummy ko lipat geya, aur unki sheet ko shehalane laga to unko aur jatka baitne laga,Mummy jor jorse saanse lene lagi, aur muje lipatehi paltimari issase me mummy ke uppar aa geya, ab mummy dono taangon ko fehalakar meri lund ko unki chootme. At times some of them would perform in skimpy attire which they changed into in a corner of the room where all of us could see them in only their bras and panties while they changed. There must have been 40 hard, throbbing cocks in that room. This entertainment only made all of us hornier than usual and we couldn’t even touch these gals much less do anything with them to relieve our stress. I think a few guys actually shot their wad in their trousers just sitting there watching. But of those. It was true that I was in the bar in hopes of perhaps meeting someone. But not to rob the proverbial cradle, and literal too. The youth who had boldly seated himself next to me and who was coming on to a woman twice his years bore an uncanny resemblance to my son at that age."Actually, you bear a striking similarity to my mom." He said in quick reply.I was not thrown off by this, "OH? Do you have a thing for your mommy?" That ought to throw cold water on this audacious pup!"As a matter of fact,. Her patron gasped, "oohhhh... yes... noo..."Camille was getting very aroused, it was not often that she had the chance to indulge her fantasies, dancing meant indulging others."he's here", her patron whispered, from behind half open eyes, "don't let him see me yet..."Camille stared in the mirror in front of her, at the panorama behind her and then at her patron."what do you mean 'he's here', your husband, boyfriend... ?" yes, my husband, he comes here all the time..."Camille was taken a back,.