Someplace where there aren’t a lot of sailors ruiningthe place.” Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We drovearound Newport qu...te a while with Bill giving directions. I had afeeling he was looking for someplace in particular but didn’t reallycare. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into theadjacent bar. “Jesus, this place looks dead” I said. Bill told me to justwait and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple ofbeers. Every time I encountered these four they were discussing sexual exploits, probably invented ones, and mostly rather crude. You know the phrases. "Legs up to her armpits", "Knockers to die for." I shan't list any more. They talked of foreplay, climaxes and positions, all of which I knew to be far more romantic, intimate and wondrous than their blokeish bluster gave credit for.But one of them mentioned something that stopped me in my tracks, glad that the glass I almost dropped was empty. Now. Sometime his Di also teases him to get a girlfriend and always pushes him towards his jiju so that he could learn lots of stuff from him. One day they (jiju and Di) both decided to set up a hooker for Rahul , so that he can get away with his shyness , they even called a hooker and fixed the night for him , but when she arrived he gave a escape from his house. Such behavior really worried both of them , they now started thinking if he is a gay. One day they all sit together , discuss the issue. Shehad a devilish grin.“I will forfeit my top” Krista announced with a bigsmile.Krista raised her hands up high over her head. I oneswift movement, I pulled the top up over my wife’s headand off. The room cheered as Krista stood in thecenter with her full breasts and pink puffy nipplesfully exposed. She looked terrific. Her golden tanwas sharply highlighted by the white outline left byher bikini top. She shook her hair all around in asensuous movement, and then took her.