Sabko asli bat nhi ptaa thi. Fir aya asli story mai twist habhi nai apnai sari bet friends ko bulaya as a treat or as a reunion ab kya tha saari a gye...apai mothoda i moti gandai leke abb ghar mai sab kuch serve toh mai hi karunga saari aiye phele mai paani leke aya fir pepesi coke vagahra vagahra abb sabko dry fruits snacks sab kuch serve kiyta apni batai kar rhi thi ki apka pati kaisa chal rhaa hai vagahra vaghara tabhi bhabhi sai unki pepsi unkai new sandal par gir gye bhabhi bht pareshan. "I said nothing.Then Ashley arrived.I was hoping she would arrive last but it looks like I have to deal with the tough part first."Hi Tiffany. My mother said you called, said you needed to see me." Yes I do." I replied in the most non committal voice I could muster. I took Ashley by the arm then pulled her to the other side of the Dutchman."Tiffany, what's going on here?" she asked when I started pulling. I saw Karen and Debbie arriving as we were going behind the Dutchman. Mr. Mason from the 4. It was obvious that they were in no hurry to cum. The first guy moved in again and Barbara’s demands seem to weaken. Then the second and instead of wanting them to stop she began to moan. The first two blokes had bigger than me. Shit, she was actually started to enjoy it. The third guy was about my size. I watched as he greased up his cock. I wondered why but not for long. “No not there” I heard Barbara scream as number 3 slid his cock into my wife’s arse. “NO NO NO” she wailed but he humped. With Polish dancing, you have a Maypole, but rather than dancing around and around, you dance up and down the pole. And really it's a bit like the twerking that Candy and I used to do in her bedroom except that the Captains and Queen sit at the bottom of the pole and as you writhe and squirm uppity-downy they hold onto your breasticules and tushy and thrust rolled up notes into every orifice or cleavage they can reach. And the objective of Polish dancing is to thrust your dripping cunny down.