Please don't make fun of him." Oh I wouldn't think of making fun of him," replied Meghan. "In fact, I kind of like it. A guy in a bra and panties. Don...t you think it sounds like fun Donna?" It probably depends on how much cleavage he has," Donna replied and the girls all laughed.The conversation wandered again. The girls were all getting pretty relaxed and inhibited from the drinks. After a while Victoria got quiet and then she giggled and blurted out a question; "I'm sorry, but I've just got. .your cheeks blushed slightly... as you sipped .... your long legs slowly crossed again... giving me ample..view of your inner thighs...i told you how was impressed at how you made my day so enjoyable...and said it would be a shame when you leave....smiling...you could feel the excitement build as we sat and chatted together... i could feel my manhood getting very excited..pushing against the material of my pants...after the second glass you asked me laughing are you trying to get me. This is going to be my fifth sex story out here, and this one’s completely different from the others. This one’s about a mature woman, a reader of mine, an NRI, and how we ended up fucking like rabbits in the couch of a posh hotel. I’d be taking many of you out there on a fantasy journey, so lie back, get your dicks in hand, or maybe put your fingers on your pussy, and dream everything I’m going to say after this. Have fun reading.Firstly, I’m a male anonymous writer based in Chennai. Aged 20.. I warned Mary of the four men behind us just as one of the men coming toward her in the front drew his gun. Mary shouted, "LOOK OUT!" and swung the mules toward the right side of the road. I thought that I was prepared, but the sudden motion did throw me off my seat. By the time I recovered, the four men approaching from the rear had almost caught us and were drawing their guns. They were too close for my rifle to be of much use, so I dropped it onto the bedding and drew my revolver from the.