We meet a couple of times a year and I am a very loyal customer of his. Let me pour us some, I have no doubt that you will understand the reasons behi...d my loyalty.” I also convinced myself to not get distracted by the previous night’s slightly awkward, yet exciting encounter and enjoy the conversation that we shared for the next hour or so while eating the meal I had prepared for us. We talked about everything and anything, there were no awkward silence, no embarrassing looking away or weird. Ed was visiting the Ayatollah who held the post of Chief of State. He was the single most powerful man in all of Iran. He didn’t need to be in the room to know what was happening. Ed was convincing him to bring the President, the twelve members of the Council of Guardians, and the more influential members of the Supreme National Security Council over to the house.“Could you move a little so that I can locate you?” asked Annette. Her voice had a pleading tone to it.Oliver rolled his eyes. Of course, we were drunk and wild by then and we both wanted it so badly.The crazy kissing continued as she started rubbing her pussy over my dick. Her leather skirt went up and I could feel the thin pantie grinding on my hard dick which was struggling inside my denims. Man! This south Delhi married girl was a fucking pro! And she was horny!Samaira took off her top and bra – and I felt the MOST AMAZING, SOFT, SPONGY tits with dark brown nipples being slapped on my face. She had small nipples. We all gathered around and feasted in a junk-food frenzy until we were too full to move. Of course, with the beer, this brought on a burping contest among us guys, to the disgust and giggles of the girls. Allie outdid us all, however, with a monumental burst that must have started in her legs, coming out deep and sonorous and resonating throughout our campsite. Marcus suggested a farting contest, but we all declined. We weren't THAT drunk.We could see that a lot of the other campsites were.