“You’re right, it’s not thebiggest I’ve ever seen, but it looks perfectly capableof the task at hand. I do know that the guy t...at it’sattached to knows what he’s doing.”George just grinned at her, and then moaned as she ranher hand up and down its length.“George, fuck me. Now. And don’t worry about those damnrubbers, I’m on the pill.”She lied back, smiling at him, as she crawled intoposition above her.“You know what?”. Raghav said that it would be fun to watch these movies with Indian people making love in it. Veena told him that ‘now Indian XXX movies are also becoming available in the USA,’ and ‘yes, Pabby and I have seen a few Indian XXX movies. They are more exciting than American movies because it is totally a different experience to see sari-clad Indian ladies making love with different men.’ Veena told him that ‘I have a rented Indian XXX video in our car that Pabby was going to return on our way back. '' We both went back to watching the group in the den. One of the girls was blowing a guy now, who I knew wasn't her boyfriend. This seemed to break whatever barrier had been in place, and I could tell a full blown sex show was going to break out. As hot as that was, I certainly didn't feel comfortable watching it with my sister. She was fidgeting a bit, I could tell. ''I can't believe you came to something like this,'' I said. ''Me? What about you?'' ''Mike is my friend. Who do you even know. I'm here to get drunk – at your expense, remember?” “And tell me a nice and somewhat kinky story,” Greg ended her statement, “what's your first drink gonna be?” “I'll have a beer for starters.” They shared a few drinks, spent the entire evening chatting, laughing; just the kind of time two old friends would spend together. In the early morning hours, they chose the eighties rock dance floor. Both of them turned down a few offers to dance. Greg offered to go get rum and cokes when everyone on.