I noddedto him. I got onto my back on the bed, and knew I was exposingmyself to quite a few of the people, as they watched. I lookedbetween my thighs,...and saw the ones that could see had startedstroking their meat. I suddenly knew exactly what was goingto happen, and I groaned softly, not needing a prompt fromDave. I slipped my hands between my legs, and spread my thickpussy lips wide. They watched me as they drew into a doubleparallel line at my side, Dave being at the front of the line.He was. My wet dick felt so good between her warm tits. She looked me in the eye as I cleared the hair that fell on her face.She – You like your slutty bhabhi doing this to you?Me – Yes bhabhi.Her – Call me randi.Me – Tell me, are you willing to make money like a true whore?Her – I wouldn’t mind fucking for free if I am horny Aryan.And then she smiled and kissed my dick in a playful way and sat up on my abdomen. She rubbed her pussy on my dick, her mouth opened, moaning in a whispering manner, pressing. I went back out on the deck and took off all my clothes and put the towel down on my chair. Got another beer and lit up another joint . The sun felt good on my naked body. The music was pretty loud so before I lubed up I went in and turned it down some. But it was still loud but I was stoned and did not care.I sat back down and I lubed up my cock using only one hand as I did not want the lube on my bottle of beer. I was not hard but it was growing in my hand. My mind was thinking of the mail. But Rory and I had an unspoken agreement. We didn’t interrupt each other, even if the house was burning.Rory screamed. I rated it. That should last her for a few hours. I backed into my room. After Jerry’s and Rory’s doors opened and closed in succession, I returned to my son’s room and knocked.“Could you get a damp cloth from the bath, Mom?”“I don’t mind.” I opened the door.My son looked up from his glistening monstrosity. “I told you to get me a wet towel, Mom.”He had taken to ordering me.