Karla reached into her purse and withdrew a small automatic. Zelda slipped sideways and around the phony cop. She grabbed Karla's gun hand and twisted...until the small weapon was jammed up under Karla's chin. "Make my day, Karla Baby, make my day. Come on and make my day." Dirty Harriet you ain't, Zelda. Dirty Harry sounds nicer than you. Just take the gun away from her and make her hurt until she tells you what is going on here." Spoil sport," Zelda griped at him and did a take down on the. After dinner and few more pegs of vodka. We were walking towards our hostel and while going to the hostel I was holding Deepa on her waist and she was totally out of control. And on the road, there were no streetlights and it was away from town. Suddenly I grabbed her head and started kissing her soft lips.she started responding and I could feel the taste of vodka from her mouth. We were standing still and Gautham and Nayan saw us kissing. Initially, they hesitated but by seeing us taking so. In the company of courteous and even chivalrous guys I quickly relaxed. Forgetting the fact that I was wearing only a tunic, after half an hour I sat, knees widely apart and legs crossed under him. Completely oblivious, I didn't pay attention to the fact that the guys kept leaning forward to look under my short tunic. My head was spinning slightly, and pussy still ached, not intending to forget that another forty minutes ago it was deprived of the pleasure of orgasm. Gradually the guys smiling. We had been caught in the act. Ken began to appologize, saying that he had called but Wes must not have gotten the message. Still, he said, he should have just left and returned later. Still on the pool table, naked and with Wes's cock still in my pussy, we accepted his appology but were left wondering what the next step would be. Even as he spoke Ken's hand was still around his crotch area. He had been rubbing himself as he watched us. Neither Wes nor I wanted anyone at work to know we were.