He thought about lying to him, saying he was too sick to go. But Jeff already thought he was hung over and would just nag at him to stop being a wimp ...nd go.Nathan grabbed his gym kit and followed Jeff down the stairs. He left the house and started up the car. Jeff got in the passenger seat and they began to chat.“So how much did you have to drink last night buddy?” teased Jeff. “I was worried you had fallen over and collapsed in there.”“Oh yeah, it was a big night,” replied Nathan playing. He rotated his hips, continuing to pound her pussy with his cock as she screamed with delight. ‘You LOVE it … don’t you??’ he panted, reveling in the submission of his lover. ‘YESSS!! OHHH, GOD, YESSSSS. I DO, I LOVE IT!!’ she howled. ‘GIVE ME YOUR GORGEOUS COCK … FUCK ME!! UH!! UHHH!!’ JP was pounding his cock into his fantasy lover without mercy now, the wet noise of their fucking adding to his passion. Marketa lookeddown between her thighs and saw a thick froth of their juices forming on her. I removed my tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt. I noticed they both did as well, exposing some beautiful cleavage that I had not seen before.Throughout the night we visited four bars and had a few drinks here and there. We had alot of flirtatious conversations and a great time in general. I noticed one or two Indian men giving me dirty looks when they saw me with these two beautiful Indian women. By 2AM we were all pretty inebriated."Lets head back to the office, none of us can. "Oh gosh, Uncle Greg," Amy said when he confronted her with the charges, "I'm sorry. I had no idea that I'd spent so much. I'll be careful. I promise. I won't spend any more this month. But could I do just one thing? Please?"Greg pursed his lips and shook his head. "OK, Princess. What is it?" I really absolutely have to get my hair done. I look like a bag lady."Greg laughed. "I can't remember," he said, "the last time I saw a bag lady wearing Armani jeans and carrying a Gucci purse." Don't.