”Charles paled realizing that he would be first to die. He looked around. I realized he had nowhere to go and now knew it. I saw one of the “back ...eat” guys from last time get out. He shouted, “Mister Anderson, resistance is futile. We can take you.”“I don’t think so. At least, you won’t.” I shifted my aim and killed him. Charles dropped but his people killed him. I saw his body jerk from four shots. I shot other people from my tree. They were more prepared but were still not that ready when. Over time we've settled on Tuesday nights, and now the ladies have come to accept that every Tuesday night is poker night. So long as we are attentive to them the rest of the week they don't seem to mind. To keep things fair we rotate hosts, so about once a month each of the gals has her home invaded for what can become a rather boisterous evening, ending with beer bottles scattered around the dining room and scraps of food on the floor.The hostess usually sticks around, keeping us supplied. Expecting him to bash his ego with a snide remark, Cassius was completely caught off guard when he felt a gentle hand on his cheek, and then softer lips, chastely pressing against his. Tristan's kiss was sensual, as he took his sweet time with his lips. Gaining control, he grabbed Cassius's waist and yanked him forward so that his cock was pressing against his. With an expert hand, he wrapped his fingers around their shafts and started jerking them both off while he kissed him harder and. Aarti was wearing western clothes of a skirt, and top which surprised me and I told her that if she came to me in future she would have to be dressed in a traditional Indian sari to which she agreed she agreed. I got Aarti to bend over my knee and I raised her skirt, I got Falak to pull down and remove her knickers, I often do this, it is my way of telling him that he is to show his wife to me. I brought my hand down hard on her bare ass, I find that if I start with a few hard spanks.