The second day into our stay, mom was having a giggly conversation with the wife of the New York couple, at an outside table of a cafe we soon came to...frequent. They were joking about the men of the town, and watching the stall holders trading. Mom said to her, "Hassan's nice isn't he!"Jackie replied, "Oh, he's well known, he is! He has an even worse thing for British and American wives than the rest of them! He has several nicknames and he lives up to them too! That's the town rake! He's. On top of that, she was having difficulty walking. So I had to practically carry her to the cab. On our way out, we had to walk past a large swimming pool.There suddenly, “Rohit, wait!” It was Dipika calling me.For a moment, I stopped holding my mother and turned around. In that instant, she slipped and fell in the pool. Now my mom has been a state-level swimmer, but that night she was just a drunk chick. I had to quickly jump in to take her out.Dipika helped me to get her out of the pool. Both. I want her. Now. I kiss her lips, her neck, biting and sucking. Then I pull her up and we’re both standing, and as I unzip her dress, she undoes my jeans and they drop to the floor. Our lips are still locked together, in hot, messy kisses, as she now is carefully unbuttoning my shirt as I pull the dress from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts are fantastic, I start kissing the top of them, eager to get them out of her bra to suck on her nipples. I’ve gotten his shirt off,. Thank you, Miss.”Sandy heard something being pulled off the bed. There was a buckle rattling and leather being pulled tight. What is that? she wondered.Francine had taken her strap-on off the bed. It had a fat nine-inch cock attached to it. She stepped into it, set the short dildo end at the opening of her pussy, and pushed it in. Then she fastened the belt and adjusted it until it was tight and in the right place. “I am going to fuck your holes now, pet,” she informed Sandy. “What, how?”.