That’s when it hit me, we were fucking in tempo with the driving beat of the music on stage. I knew this song well, I knew it was building to a clim...x, and so was I.He wasn’t jackhammer pounding me like I’d seen on the internet, but steady and forcefully enough to really get the job done. He grabbed my shoulders and he made sure he bottomed out when he thrust into me and each time he knocked on the door to my womb. Like my nipples, it was uncomfortable, but added to my pleasure. “You almost. While fucking her I said I want you to sleep naked with somebody else she said no!!. I kept repeating things like I want you to be touched properly by another man, I want to see a big lund entering yr choot. I noticed she got very wet listening to all of this although she never responded with words. Once I told her lets do a massage with a male to which she smiled and said no way. Now coming to the story we went to goa and stayed in a 3-star hotel. Before going I chatted with a lot of couples. The lighting was low but enough to make out details. In one corner was an ornate piece of furniture upon which there were several bottles of oil, towels and a basin. The walls of the room displayed oriental art , pictures of flowers, birds and trees. The hostess bid us to lie down on the mattress and said "you havee good time" and with a big smile left the room closing the door behind her.Presently the door opened slowly and three petite, lovely oriental girls entered smiling and giggling. They. He had noticed over the last couple of weeks he seemed to be able to read people’s intent. He could tell, if they were acting guilty or sneaky or were upset but trying to hide it.He also seemed to know if a girl was just flirting, had an ulterior motive or just wanted a willing partner. Sometimes he could tell if they were lying but not always, if they were very practised at it. Good liars were also better at hiding their intent, he was learning.He felt as if he was being watched and turned to.