Mera haath merae lund ko sahelanae laga…hilanae laga…towel side ho gaya tha. Meri aankae baand ho gayi …. Mera haath ek expert ki tarah muth maa... raha tha. Mein saatwae asman pae tha … Meri aankae khuli toh aisa laga ki Swati mujhae dekh rahi hai. Bhram samaj kar meinae aanhkae band karli. Aur apnae kaam mein laga raha. Phir ek awaj aai; “Suraj, tera Lauda kafi bada hai”. “Oh shit!!!….” Mein chauk gaya aur towel se apna lund chupa liya. Laptop dhak diya. Samnae sach mein Swati khadi thi. Sharam. "What do you want with me!?" Evie demanded."We want you to meet our mother, the Garden Mother." The flower women tittered in unison."What? Who?" Evie sputtered.The ground in front of Evie suddenly erupted. A figure emerged from the ground, leaving the earth like a classical deity coming ashore on a tidal surf. The being was a strange combination of human and plant. She was a nubile woman with pre-Raphaelite curvaceousness and deepness of breast. Roots of dark serpentine green hugged her skin.. They'd celebrated Jack's birthday the way her perpetually horny husband liked best: hot, sustained sex. Had they stopped after they all drifted off to sleep, things wouldn't be so bad. But Jack woke up in the middle of the night spooned against her and poked her butt with a new erection. She lifted one leg and welcomed him from behind, then tried to rouse Allison. The younger girl groused a bit and refused to wake fully, so the husband and wife left her alone and achieved marital bliss, the two. I walked over to the wardrobe and was looking at the clothes hanging there, all short skirts and short dresses, on a shelf just below this was a video player, with a little red light on 1 button, I pressed the play button, it whirred into action, then I could here Debbie laughing and turned round with a start, the room was still empty, the sound of Debbies voice was coming from the other side of the room, “do you like that” and “mmmmm” were coming out of the large cabinet opposite the bed, I.