As Monica pulled away from the hug, John looked her up and down. "Damn, you look good", he said and Monica giggled. "Thank you. I dressed up for you",...she said, smiling and rubbing his muscular forearm. "Oh, and why is that", John asked, his eyes moving from Monica to Bill. "Oh, you'll see", she said as she turned and walked toward the dining room. She made sure to bounce a little as she walked so John could have a clear view of her ass under her skirt.John did see and he couldn't help but. Rahim ordered me to take off Shikha’s kurta and bra. That Dirty devil squeezed her breast and sucked her Erected nipples just like a small baby sucks lollipop in his mouth. He then inserted his fingers in her ass hole and moved it in there. My slut wife liked all this. The dirty Tongue of the Muslim Stud Touched the Lips of my fair Hindu wife. The Arrogant Muslim Stud created a sensation in her as he placed his hand on her nipples and nibbled on her areolas which were swollen by now due to his. Chom said, “Now that I think about it, he might not have had much gold at all.”“I think you’re right,” Pip said.“So do I need a lot of gold or not?” Sean asked.“Definitely,” Chom said sounding confident in his answer.“Definitely what?” Sean asked.“You need a lot of gold or not,” Pip answered. He leaned over to Chom and asked, “Did we pick a good one?”“I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder. He doesn’t know the rules and he doesn’t know how much gold he needs,” Chom said.“Well, you won’t tell me,”. I couldn't move with him on top of me. Icouldn't even squirm around with his pelvis pressed against mine so hard.I was at his mercy. He wouldn't release me until I agreed to put thepanties on as "punishment" for my having started the entire thing in thefirst place.You know, I should have thought it through a little better I guess. Buthe was suffocating me and his warm alcohol laced breath was in my face.He was sweating and I was hot and breathing hard. His face was so closeto mine that I could.