Aksha, Dammy and I were still not sleepy. So we decided to go to the other cottage we had booked and continue our party there. We wore our clothes and...went to the other cottage. Aksha started rolling another joint. While she was rolling we were deciding what to do and we decided to play truth or dare using an empty bottle.On the first go it came on me and I chose truthDammy: What do you love fucking more? Pussy or asshole?Me: Chodne mein toh dono mein mazey aate hai. But yeah pussy is more fun. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw."You look lovely," I finally ventured to say. "Are you on your way to a costume ball?" Standing in front of a full length mirror, Lt. Lawrence was attired in an Egyptian belly dancer costume. It looked really quite fetching on him."Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters, the Ottoman Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arab. It's so perfect. I want it in my mouth, but I need to admire it a little longer with my eyes. With my other hand I squeeze your balls together and lift them while I wrap my fingers around your glorious shaft. It's rock solid now, already, and I'm surprised, but pleased. In fact I'm almost giddy at just how much it seems you're enjoying this, and I've barely gotten started. I grip you firmly and pull your dick so it sticks up like a joystick, rolling your balls slightly with my other hand, as I. It was no use, her hands were shaking too much and her fingers were weak.“Help...” she pleaded with her son.It took Bobby few moments to understand that his mother was trying to take her pants off and needed his help. Despite his earlier arousal due to his mother’s body, he managed to unbutton the top button and bring down the zipper on his mother’s tight and wet jeans.Pamela tried to take over by putting her thumbs inside her waist, but the wetness made her jeans heavy and prevented her from.