You hear a slight gasp from outside, apparently the woman doing her makeup has not yet left. "Open Daddy's shorts", he commands again. Another gasp ...rom the woman at the sinks informs you that she heard the command as well. Your hands struggle briefly with the zipper and button of Daddy's shorts, but soon they're open and the shorts drop to the floor around his feet. Daddy isn't wearing underwear and his cock springs up before you. You reach forward to grasp his pole, but instead, he grabs. It is Friday night, so I had no responsibilities tomorrow. All of us were prepared to drink, drink, drink, and drink some more. I’m a pretty light weight, so after 3 shots, I was toasted. As the night turned to dusk, the group at the bar dwindled. Majority of my friends had came and left, leaving me with balloons and empty shot glasses all around me. I felt so loved by my friends. Just last week, they threw me a surprise party just incase I wouldn’t remember who showed up tonight. Anyhow, my. And she was gasping in a low punctuated rhythm, immersed in her lovemaking, not wasting any energy in shouts or screams of greater abandon than was necessary. Freddy raised his head as he saw Fatima hover at the door entrance, her greeting suspended in empty air with no response. The girl turned her head round, still grunting and gasping, and smiled at Fatima. She didn’t pause in her lovemaking, and it was clearly not that easy to articulate as she continued to pump up and down on Freddy’s. (Including myself) as she was also very flirtiest and knew how to handle guys. Anuj and Vaishal were not the perfect couple but probably they were having affair as he was very rich. Now coming to story. In our camp we were given off on Saturday and Sunday, so that all can visit their homes. Since we all were from Ahmedabad we decided to leave on Friday night by bus. We took a 9.30 p.m bus and it was a 4 hours run. We 3 took our seats in last row of bus. Vaishal took seat between two of us as.