The man holding the boy once again started jabbering in that strange language. Jibat still couldn’t make heads or tails out of what the man was sayi...g, but it obvious that he wasn’t too happy with the thief.The other man returned and pulled something out of his shirt pocket. It was a little silver cylinder about a half an inch in diameter. The man then pulled on one end and it got longer. Jibat had never seen anything like it. The man kept pulling on the end until the thing was longer than. It isn't too expensive, well except you need to pay parking too, but it is nice. And there is a bar right across the street, with food and everything. Damn, I'm hungry." Like I said, she could talk and ask questions and confuse the heck out of me, while still wondering if I should be scared.My head was spinning, but was able to reply, "I have been to that Holiday Inn. It is nice." I glanced at her now, quizzically, and I'm guessing my look of confusion must have turned to surprise. Chelsea was. They were swimming around in circles, splashing water on me and each other. We started to make some real trouble and had a blast. My dick had to my delight calmed down a bit, anyway enough so I could get up into the boat without them seeing the big bump on my shorts. That's what I thought anyway. Half an hour later we were laying on the deck, the three of us. The girls wet bodies glistered in the sun as they stretched themselves out and enjoyed the warming sun. I just couldn't help myself. She then told me about how she once saw her mom wearing a saree and sitting on dads lap in the living room while her dad held her mom’s boobs and played with them and he put his hand in and pulled one boob out of her salwar and kept pressing and squeezing it over her bra and I was so turned on by now that I asked Pooja to show me her mom’s inner wears and she took me to her parents room n opened the wardrobe. My goodness her mom had the sexiest collection of bras of so many colours and types.