.. y'know, whatever. How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twink...ing his devilish rum-soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call him whatever.He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic. Bhabhi mujhe khud ke itna karib dekh kar sharma rahi thi aur main unke boobs aur choot dekh kar khud ko badi mushkil control kar khada hua tha. Tabhi bhabhi ko ehsas hua ki unhone abhi tak salwar nahi pehni hai isliye wo mere hatho se chootti hui jaane lagi par mere hatho ne unhe rok liya aur wo mere jism se aa kar takra gayi.Bhavana bhabhi ke jism ka ehsas hote hi maine unhe apni baaho me le liya aur wo mujhse khud ko door karne ki koshish karne lag gayi par aisa karna mushkil tha kyoki mard. “That’s it for the afternoon, unless you want to practice anything?”“What if we run through the encore?” I suggested. “Give Chrissy a chance to hear.”We did that set; Chrissy standing next to me and singing for both ‘Make You Happy’ and ‘Good Time’. We felt everything was sounding good, and decided that was it for the afternoon. Time to rest before the night’s show. I had just got undressed, and slid under the sheet on my bunk, when Fiona stood next to it.“Like some company?” she asked. “Just. When I grabbed her by the ankles, she squealed as I dragged her from her room into the hallway. I then put her over my shoulder and shuffled into the bathroom. Before putting her down, I immediately shut and locked the door so she couldn't escape. She had a tendency of running off when you least expected it. My mother was already waiting for us adjusting the temperature of the water.Before we'd wash Julie, my mom would inspect her panties to see if they were soiled with any shit streaks. Julie.