Obviously, she's getting some of my cum and swallowing it.I just stared, mesmerized. I wanted to fuck both of these girls, badly.The phone rang. It's ...hitney. Fuck, Fuck!"Hey baby! You're on speakerphone, the girls are here." Hi Whitney," they say in unison."Just wanted to see how things are going? Did you like your present?" Uh, just about to get to it, sweetie!"Stacy pointed over to the table. She tried to get up, but Missy had her clamped down in an embrace, and she was still humping Stacy's. We would usually have a pint or two after work on a Friday and that is where the story begins.I was drinking when one of the older guys came and sat next to me. "So what are you up to this weekend?" Probably a bit more of this to be honest, my girlfriend is off with her parents to a family wedding"Ray sympathised "my wife is away too with her sister at Butlins for a 60's weekend"We talked some more about work, football all sorts of subjects and of course had a couple of pints."Look if you are. Choso haaaaaaan amake choso.” Mr. Shah amake bollen, “Oh haaaan….. Tomar gaa chata bhalo lagche?” “Haan khoob bhalooooooo lagcheeeeeee” ami bollam. Mr. Shah beer botole niye amar mayyer oopore aro khanik ta beer dhele dilen. Beerer thanda te amar mayyer bonta duto sakhto hoye gelo aar tai dekhe Mr. Shah bollen, “hmmm….tomar mayy aar tar bonta duto khoob sundor.” Aar amar ekta bonta mukhe niye chuste laglen aar aste aste kamrate laglen. Amar mayyer bontar oopore jeev chalate chalate Mr. Shah. Now why did he come around?”“He said he was worried about you. Frankly, I’d say you should be worried about him.”“Why?”“He was on crutches.”“What happened?” I was alarmed. Jordan always seemed so indestructible. I still remembered him shooting Oksamma when a second later, Oksamma would have shot me or Dag or both.“Apparently, he was rushing somewhere early Friday morning over on the Eastside where all the power was out. He went through an intersection where there was no light and someone plowed.