It was dimly lit and music was playing on a jukebox. It smelled a little like stale beer. The leather jacket crew were mostly sitting at the bar. Ther... were a few women who were dressed to the nines and were obviously being hit on at every opportunity. They’d go dance with the woman who asked them, sometimes get into a little clinch, and then return to their table where they’d all make a big show out of kissing each other and then redoing their makeup.“Lipstick dykes,” Theresa muttered when. He laughed and agreed. "Oi Rita, jaan, a little ice for the two buggers here." Bringing." Rita hollered from the kitchen. But it was Nasreen who brought the ice. Placing it on the table gave a quizzical look at the glass her husband held. "Just a little, for company." Don't worry ji. I won't get him too drunk to function in bed."Nasreen blushed, went back to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later. "Rita says she will change and join us." She said dutifully, sitting down on the seat next. She was so hot and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to fuck her everyway I knew so after missionary I turned her over and fucked her doggy for a while and then put her over the arm of the sofa in her room and fucked her that way for what seemed like forever as she just kept saying don't stop. And the tits on this woman were just so firm even being at the time 5 years old and gave birth to 3 k**s. Finally not being able to hold it any longer I pulled out and she said wait and dropped to. Nisha lay on the bed face up. She was naked but for her skirt hiked up around her hips.“Jess, I’m going to fuck you first,” I said. My cock was slick with Nisha’s sex. Next would’ve been a better word choice than first. There was the one big king’s sized bed in the room. I loved that. “Nisha, Lidie, get reacquainted.”Lidie took her orders with a long frustrated sigh. Nisha looked scandalized. I reached out; Jess took my hand and let me pull her towards me.“What’s wrong Lidie?” I asked. I.