Azia turned around the guy was amazed to see that Azia had a flat chest. Azia waved but did not talk to him. They entered Amber and Jarrod’s abode. ...��Hey, sweetie,” Amber said to her man who was still sitting on the couch.“Hey, babe,” the house painter smiled.“This is Azia.”“Hey, Azia! I’m Jarrod.”“Thanks for letting me stay here,” beamed the effeminate dude.“So, Azia,” Amber started. “You’ll be sleeping on the couch. It pulls out into a bed. You can put your bags in this closet.”“Got it! Do you. "Jeanine, Honey? What are you doing on these nice folks floor?" asked the laundress. She was carrying my suit, shirt and tie."Jeanine?" asked the bootblack ... he had my shoes."Jeanine," exclaimed the concierge, "Get off the floor." He had the spectacularly colored and form hugging polynesian dress my princess was going to wear to dinner and dancing tonight."That's Jeanine?" asked the busybody gray-haired old battle-ax of a retired schoolteacher who had no business in my suite.That pissed me. She took the glass and, still holding my outstretched hand, said “Want to watch this movie with me?”I turned to her TV and found the screen filled with a large, black cock about to enter a white cunt – Mae was watching a porno movie!She held my hand and pulled me down on to the bed. “I want the same as that” she said, dragging my shorts down, and using a hand to pull my cock to her pussy. How can I keep doing this, I asked myself, erection blooming yet again. “Yes”, said Mae, “this is what I. My ex-husband and I were in a group like this one, years ago. It's really fun!" Over the next year or so we had Chinese, German, Italian, Thai, Indian and even good old American.After a while that got kind of old, though. Then we took up games. Canasta, Poker, Bridge and Gin Rummy all trotted by. One night we all got pretty trashed and played strip poker. I guess that was really what started things in the direction we finally took, though there was no overt sex that night. From conversations.