My first encounter with uncle Ashok was when my auto rickshawala didn’t turn up and a stranger asked my class teacher my name and claimed that he ca...e to pick me up. He was heavily built, around 5′ 9” height, a bit of pot belly and dark skinned. He looked handsome, a chiseled face and sharp features and thick mustache. He had worn a red shirt with few buttons open and denim jeans.“I am your father’s friend, Ashok uncle”, saying so he gave me his finder to catch. I was looking at him, astonished. She had her normally fluffy black hair tied up in a ponytail. She wore very little makeup, unlike the waitresses, and she didn't really need it. She got away with nicer clothes but she kept her shirt in the vein of the uniform, a button up short sleeved blouse that didn't flaunt nor hide the fact that she had a terrific body. She was wearing a skirt, probably because it was too warm for slacks today. Her legs were nice. She wasn't as leggy as Eden or Gwen. Her brown eyes and the corners of her. Lacey began gyrating her hips, and grabbed my head again pressing it even more forcefully against her.I tore my eyes from Lacey's pussy when I felt motion on the bed next to me. I watched as John rolled onto his back, and Erica turned around, spread her legs and lowered her pussy onto his face. She then proceeded to grab his huge dick stroking it as she licked the head of his dick. They both seemed to be enjoying a little sixty-nine.Lacey continued rubbing her pussy with my face. I continued. So, we rocked the place out. During one of the Ministry's hit songs, as i was rocking to the instrumental, there was this hot looking girl who wore these sexy black fishnet ripped stockings, with a punk schoolgirl skirt, with a dark pink rocker corset top, and goth rebel boots. She lifted her top and she flashed me on stage and did the call me hand gesture. After the show was over, i told my manager, "Yo, get this girl to come to my tour bus." So, I was chilling in my bus, drinking a mountain.