" His mate said and Kay left it on. The video was loads of women in skimpy bikinis dancing round a swimming pool. I was paying little attention when K...y nudged me and asked."Could you dance like that?" His mates laughed."It doesn't look hard." I answered honestly."Go on then." What? No." I said, looking over at his mates."Tsk," Kay answered, "don't worry 'bout them, they're my boys innit." Yep." His mate agreed."Give us a dance babygirl." Kay insisted. I didn't know what else to do, so I edged. ”“Look girls, I told you last night that as much as I would love to fuck you both, I don’t feel comfortable with this situation. I can’t be fucking your mother and fucking both her daughters at the same time.” I felt a tone of desperation in my own voice as I listened to what I was saying. I really wanted to fuck Tiffany and Amber. What healthy 55 year old male wouldn’t? Yet at the same time, I wasn’t being totally honest about being uncomfortable fucking all three of them. While it might. I was 23 and my visa for a foreign country had arrived. I was sad and disturbed at the thought that I have to leave my beautiful country India, The thought of having to leave my friends disturbed me even more but there were no excuses to be made as we all have to some day in our lives settle down. It was my father’s youngest brother “Arjun” (Name Changed) who had sent me the visit visa and the agreement was that I stay with them until I find myself a job. My Uncle 37, General Manager to a well. ‘We better get ourselves cleaned up and warmed up.’ When they got in the bathroom, both of them stripped their dripping clothes off, then they stepped into the shower, under the steamy spray. Jason took a washcloth from a hanger on the wall, lathered it thoroughly, and began washing Karen. She giggled with delight as he swept the lathery cloth over her body. ‘This was a good idea. It is warming me up,’ she gurgled, sounding delighted. ‘It feels wonderful!’ ‘How do you mean that?’ Jason asked.