I pause thinking there is no way this is happening... "Sure, sounds good" I somehow manage to reply.The evening passes. Figuring I've probably only go... one shot at this, I dress in a suit - nicely cut pants and a jacket. No tie, so as not to look like I'm trying too hard. 10pm arrives and I'm at the bar, sipping nervously on my beer.Then you walk into the bar. I stop, stunned - you are wearing a tight, leather mini dress and crazy high heels that make your legs go on forever. "Wow" I think "Did. But since both of you are cursed, I had to find another woman to be the host of the goddess.”The Sage said to Ramanan and looked to his left, where a doorway covered with curtains stood. Then he looked at Ramana and said, “Here is our body donor for the night. Meena, you can come out, my dear.”Ramanan was excited as he heard Meena’s name. He eagerly looked towards the doorway as the curtains parted, and a naked leg came to light. The expression on Ramana’s face changed from being excited to be. Just then he rolled over and pulled out a tiny bottle of lube as our cock stood straight up in the air. He just looked and said "who first" and I actually wanted to feel a hard cock pumping my asshole.I didn't say anything, I just bent over doggy-style and waited to be filled. Seconds later his cock head was pushing to enter me. I moaned and gripped the bed sheets and he finally was inside me; it hurt so good. After maybe 3 or 4 minutes he told me to ride his cock. I straddled his lap and his. She had a whole stable of boyfriends but there was one particular creep, a Chindian (a person of Chinese-Indian descent — Malaysian slang) known as Vincent Liew a.k.a. Kalinga Chai (Tamil Boy) who would take her out to parties and bring her home way past midnight. Then the row between aunt and niece would begin. I could hear them even from the third floor.Mandy glided forward to me and stood there with one hip thrown forward. Her shorts were form fitting and outlined her mound clearly even to.