Carlos comforted her by fondling with her blonde hair.INSIDE CAROL WHITE'S BEDROOMCarol White was having a strange dream. It was daytime and she was h...ving sex with her father (deceased) in the school cafeteria. The kids in school were watching him fucking her on the ass, while she was bent over naked on top of a canteen table. The kids were giggling and Carol White seemed to have been enjoying this like some sort of slut."Yes. Fuck my ass harder dad. Fuck my ass harder!!!" screamed Carol. ‘It’s just eleven now. I’ll feed the kids a sandwich while you get acquainted with Kate and Kelli. Then you can gather them up and take off.’ ‘When do you want them back?’ ‘How about five o’clock? That should be time enough to trim those horns I see growing longer by the minute,’ I said, gesturing toward the guys. Rick and Kate were chatting, and had eyes only for each other. Stewart had an arm around Kelli’s waist. ‘Plan on staying for dinner when you bring them back.’ ‘That works for me,’ she. Haan per phir bhi free mein kuch nahin milta…..Chal nikaal paise….Usne paise nikaal ker de diye…..Aur maine apni biwi ko bola ki tum shuru karo iska kaam karna…..Meri biwi ne suna aur us rickshaw wale ko paas bulaya aur apna haath us rickshaw wale ki lungi ke uper rakh diya aui uska laude khada karne lagi…..Uska lauda khada hone laga tha aur usne ek dum se lungi hatayi aur underwear utaar ker neeche se nanga ho gaya…..Uska lauda ab dikh raha tha…..Uska kala sa lauda tha kareeb 4 inch ka……Arre. Another jackpot went off and she looked in my direction—blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a gold trinket on a thin chain against her chest again confirmed my earlier observation that she had the breasts of a goddess. I was between girlfriends, which was my usual condition. You can only do two things late at night—make love or play poker. Most…no I have to be honest…all of my past girlfriends had failed to realize the purity of my quest for statistical perfection as it related to poker playing..