“No biggie, man, really.” “I ain’t had much luck with women.” Joe looked serious and sincere but I was surprised to hear him say it. “I j...st quit tryin’ a few years ago.” Eyes front, he sort of just threw that statement out there. His words were cloaked in sadness and shame. “I’m hoping to meet a nice girl down there at the rodeo. You want to hang out with me in the chutes? Maybe there’ll be two together.” "No thanks, Michael; I’m meeting a couple of guys there.” ---------------------------. I don’t want to open up over her privacy so let’s call her Nirmala Aunty. I didn’t ask her about her stats since I don’t want to be annoying and I was more interested to hear her story than her body shape. I will explain as the third person and try to present it in a better manner.Nirmala is now 38 years old and got married some 17 years ago into a joint family. She’s poor and her husband is from a middle class family. As usual in any middle class joint family, she had to adjust to the tiny. My cum squirted in streams up her pussy and filled it so much that it was dribbling down my dick and spreading over my nuts. Then she pulled away and rolled off of me to the side. Faster than lightening Wendy was off my face and had her face in Beth's pussy, licking up the pussy juices and, especially, all of my cum leaking out onto Beth's hairy pussy. Beth humped up into her pixie face and caressed her ginger hair. I took advantage of the chance, as Wendy's ass was up in the air. I leaned in. I watch you as she grinds on you. You look nervous at me making sure I am not upset, and I give you a nod that it is okay to dance dirty with her. You do the same to me, so I start rubbing my body against his as we dance. We are all getting hot and sweaty dancing. We are all close to each other, dancing dirty. I see him checking you out and get the impression he is bi-curious. As we make our way back to the bar, they ask us to go back to their place and we do.We drive to their place in.