It was funny and yet Mike wondered if the motley group was just some survivors down on their luck.Anyone that happened to see them as they moved south...tended to look away as if afraid to even admit there were some people not yet under government control.The old downtown area was a big disappointment. They didn't see any of the old glitter and sparkle that set Vegas apart from the ordinary world. It didn't look like any of the old casinos were still operating a gambling business. The hotels were. The house seemed silent, almost as if no one was at home. Something felt wrong. She observed that Pratik’s clothes were thrown astray.“Someone was clearly in a hurry,” she thought to herself. Then she tiptoed toward the bedroom, trying her best to catch her cousin brother red-handed. As she neared the bedroom, she heard the sounds of smooching. Rajshri smiled to herself. Her little brother was enjoying.As she neared the door, she heard her brother moan, “Aaahhh Himani, kya mast choochiyan hai. They would all have a ball, he thought, riding the horses, swimming in the pool (since the weather promised to hold out, almost as though it were midsummer) playing golf, tennis, pool, and any of the many other activities that "Livingston's" offered its paying guests. For the next season, John was offering live entertainment, and the workmen were due to arrive around the middle of the month to begin work on the separate building that would serve as a nightclub. All in all, things were going. It was then Jimmy made a comment that Jerome was seventy years old, and is a real pervert when it comes to fat women. He loves to degrade them, and make them feel worthless. He did exactly that as he rammed fingers into my cunt and ass, making me beg to be used by all of them. Jerome removed his old fingers from my wet hole, and began licking my pussy with his old tongue. In and out of the folds, of my soaking wet pussy, fucking my hole with his tongue. I was so turned on, I wanted more. I.