That day, dad informed me that he decided to host a cards game at our house. He wanted me and my maala bhabhi to serve the party. It was new to me, bu... I did hear about such parties before and agreed wholeheartedly.That afternoon, we were at home making preperations for the party. I had to go upstairs to get something, and met Uncle Sharma again.Like last time, I noticed Uncle Sharma again this time, with his cock in hand and one of my panties in his other, and rubbing it all over his. Plus now that I have a girlfriend, and I'll have to make some time for her." A girlfriend? I thought you were the footloose and fancy free type, Jimmy. How come we never heard about a girlfriend all summer?" Mr. Sheffield asked."It's my cousin Ginny. We've lived next door to each other all of our lives. I just haven't paid much attention to her the last few years, because I was so involved with my training. Friday night a couple of the football jocks were picking on her, and I got her away from. She wandered naked to the bedroom and started hunting up some clothes. She wanted something very seductive, something that would be sure to arouse Don. She paused and looked longingly at the king-size bed where they'd had such terrific sex.It seemed so long ago. Don was always tired now, always preoccupied with his job. He'd come home, eat dinner, and fall asleep in front of the TV, leaving Vicky aching with frustration. Well, not tonight!She picked out a little red jumpsuit, one that hugged. “Lick me, my sweet bitch! I need to test your skills so I know what training is necessary.” I began to lick and probe your sweet pussy with my wet tongue as you poured a glass of Merlot. It felt great, but of course, you only conveyed anger and displeasure. “You call that sucking slut?” I whimpered as you commanded, “Lay on the floor bitch!”I immediately obeyed and lay down as you squatted on my face and used your right hand to slowly open your pussy just enough to cover my mouth. “Get that.