I tried not to think about the massive hunk of forearm muscle that bloomed from her dainty wrist, just inches from my fingers. “Can we paint my toes...next?” Becky asked as I finished her fingernails.“Are you trying to make an impression on the boys?” I asked, teasingly.Becky smirked. “I guess you could say that,” she giggled.I smiled. A second later Becky had wriggled out of her shoes and socks, and had one small foot resting in my lap. Becky’s calf was resting on my leg, and I could feel its. The other guy who had been standing off to the side stroking his cock the whole time told Max “Times up Maxwell, get the fuck out the way, it’s my turn to drop a load on this bitches face”. Max climbed off my wife and the other guy came over and was pumping his cock and occasionally slapping her face with it while he called her every name in the book. He kept saying she was a cock loving slut who was going to lick a lot of black ass and suck a lot of cum out of black cocks before the nights. I walked up to her and noticed she had on a short, tight, mini-skirt besides the white tube top now in its proper place."Something wrong?" I asked."No. I don't walk anyone to be suspicious of why we stopped," she replied."And why did we stop?" I'm thirsty and I want to drink your cum."She opened the passenger door of her car and leaned in. I had a nice view of her tanned, enticing thighs and firm ass as her skirt rode up. She got a pillow from the back seat and placed it on the ground. I. I brought him a glass from my kitchen and asked him to pour himself a drink. Now to tell you Santosh was dressed in ragged pants and really old blue T-shirt.Santosh poured himself a drink, I don’t know why until today, why I said what I said next. I told Santosh “This will be the best alcohol you’ll have in your life, you could gulp it whole down with out water”Santosh looked at my tipsy state with a smile and said: “Are you sure”. I replied back in a cocky attitude “Yeah man”. He continued.