Geeta – Aaj ghar par koi nahi hai. Chal aaja yaar. Bada mast boy hai tu. Housewife ko tere jaise jawan boy bahut pasand aate hain.Abhi – Hmmm boys...ko bhi housewife chahiye.Geeta ne meri pant ki zip khol di.Geeta – Yaar ye kapde khol do. Pura nanga chahiye tu mujhe. Bahut der se tera wait kar rahi thi.Geeta ab mere kapde kholne lagi. Thodi hi der mein hum dono nange ho gaye. Usko nangi dekhte hi bahut maza aaya. Gore boob khoob jump kar rahe the. Brown nipple thi. Chut clean shave thi. Geeta. "Hardly, in the circumstances," I smiled at him. He was looking at me intently. He suddenly reminded me of those ascetic, bearded figures of the Magi adoring the infant Jesus in a fourteenth century books of hours."Robert, are you adoring me?"He was silent, pensive, his face becoming closed and inward looking. Then like the sun coming out as he completed the thought, he smiled happily."Yes. Yes. That's exactly it. Adoring - regarding you with honour and deep affection. There is so much of you,. I know those sounds you make. Your thighs part even more, and I can’t help myself. I take the blanket and pull it slowly from you, my cock aching needing to be buried deep inside you. Feeling your tight wetness around it. I see your juices have already coated your hand, your juices glistening in the sun streaming through the window, your fingers deep inside you while your hips ride your hand, your moans growing louder, more urgent. I crawl gently onto the bed between your legs, letting my hands. I was constantly surprised at the whims of human nature that favored sitting down at a betting table instead of getting a shot at one of the glamorous models that stalked the hallways and the private rooms of the paying guests. There was an entire multi-layered system of comps and perks for the gambling guests that left them with a feeling of getting something for nothing even though they might have lost a bundle at the gambling tables.Even the most gorgeous of the showgirls understood how.