”“Oh shit!” Hank said with a concerned look, “I don’t know how I can help you with that.”“I do,” I answered mischievously.“How?” h... asked.“Just turn onto your back,” I suggested.After he had got off me and lay on his back, I climb on top of him and pushed his arms up on either side of his head.Next, I dove straight into his right armpit and frantically began lapping in the damp smelly swamp. I was instantly in hog heaven, to the approving groans emanating from Hank.“Jesus, Tommy, you can do. I know the rooms will be four. Let’s say we leave around 10am Sunday with pickup around 10am Friday, Could you organise and get your men free please.” Requested Helena.“Not a problem.” Replied Janet.“I check on Bill’s licence and organise in need. And yes I can free up any booking that week.” Replied Julie.“Well thank you for a lovely lunch, let’s leave the men in the dark about my gift to you for the time being please. But you will need to tell them about the flight and semi holiday. Is that. With an “oh fuck yea” he stood up and took off his pants and shorts. His cock was so hard from watching the good fuck show my nearly passed out drunken wife was providing. He then got on all fours on the bed over my wife’s face, his cock tip only an inch from her lips. I laid down at the head of the bed next to her face and talking directly into “my” Karen’s ear; I told her that she was a “fucking drunk slut” and a “good girl” for giving these two men such pleasure. I then told her to open. She was a typical mature woman, a bit fat and curvy at the right places, she was very well endowed both at the front and the back.Salma spoke in Hindi as we did not know Kannada since I was from Hyderabad I knew Telugu and could understand a little bit of Kannada I did not have any problems conversing with her. I worked the night shift, so I was at home when the maid came in the morning. Since I used to be alone, while she was sweeping and mopping floors, I used to watch her and the sight left.