"Nene, you need to get somewhere and wash your eyes out. I will be around keeping an eye on you, so don't do this again. Keep your bullshit antics out...of my park." I should have just gone away after I sprayed him. I did not need to play Wyatt Earp, or would I be considered Calamity Jane Canary. I had never heard of a 'Calamity Jane' syndrome, so maybe I was breaking even more new ground.I got through the rest of Saturday night and Sunday morning with nothing more than a sarcastic word from a. "Do come in Mr Mercer" it was Gemma. "Make yourself at home" There was not much in the main room, a large very sumptuous couch, infront of an enormous fireplace, fully loaded and burning gently, between the couch and fireplace a white bearskin rug at least 6ft square. Gemma seated me on the couch, she returned with a glass of scotch which she placed in my hand, then knelt on the floor in front of me and began to undress me, shoes and socks first, then trousers and underpants which gave way to. The other guys laughed too as they sat there with their boners in their hands. She said she needed clothes to changed into. I said I'd get her some of my sisters (about the same age) and she said to hurry. I walked naked to get them, then brought them back. I was about to hand them to her, but then I said she had to change in front of us. She started yelling "No way"! So I said no clean clothes. She could just walk home covered in cum. She waa still pissed, but after a moment, she said all. Mai unki bati hui jagah per pahuncah to wahi per tahal rahi thi aur bhi log tahal rahe the waha per mai bhi unke sath ho liya mai bar bar unke boobs ki tarf dekh raha tha kya bade bade kamal ke boobs the to sayad unko kutch shakHua mughe per to unhone mughse pucha kya dekh rahe ho to maine ek dam hadbadahat mai kaha kutch nahi. Fir unhone kaha tumari bike pe mughe bitha kar gumaoge to maine kaha kyo nahi fir maine apni bike li aur unko bike per bithaya wo sarir se kafi healdi thi isliye badi.