He was pulling her dress up his hand covering her exposed blonde haired pussy. His knees gave way and his face went in to start licking inside her now...damp womb. Her legs were moving as he licked deeper. Moans coming from her red lip stick mouth. I was getting very aroused watching my pure white American wife succumb to these two old dark Indian men. The one grasping her breasts guided his dark penis in her lips telling me to tell her to suck it and for me to take off my cloths.The other got up. A real confident fucker. He was handsome too, and he knew it. He had soft chiseled features and on it was a broad and ever present smile. His thick curly hair that framed his gentle face was cropped short and neat. At least his appearance came across as more subtle rather than his smug attitude. I could live with that. Greg. I greeted. Jack. I just wanted go over the ground rules with you. He continued before I could acknowledge him. I dont mind you paying the rent late, so long as it gets. So it was about 1 am by the time I finished the book and most of the people had slept except these girls who were still indulged in their gossips.I hadn’t taken a break since I had started the book. And so I got down from my berth and took a break.I went to the toilet and took a leak.And it had to happen, in my haste, I had missed locking the door and as luck would have it, someone pushed the door open. And there she was, one of the girls from the group – a pretty little thing, in pretty little. " It should be fun," Brock agreed. "Oh, before I forget. Guess who's in the lounge next door?" The Nationals?" Meredith asked."I wish," Brock groaned. "Jana Jones and her party are here. She's already been across to see if we wanted to join her." I will kick her ass if I have to," Meredith promised. "I just want you to understand. If the time comes and I have to put her down, I will put her down and I will put her down hard." Hey, don't worry about me," Brock said with a smile. "I'm going home.