Kakubai: ha bungala tumhi vikat ghenya purvi ethe khup pasewale lok rahayche. aatya: kon kon hote? kakubai: ek mhatari tichi molkarin mulga ani sun. m... choti moti kaam karayache. aatya: bara mag? kakubai: ata mi tala sangte te nit aaik. ya bunglyat bhuta aahet mhantat. aatya: kay? che mi nahi manat. kakubai: hoy, tya mharicha navrayane he ghar bandhala to melyavar he sarvajan ithe rahat hote. ti mhatari ani tichi molkarin chetuk vaigare karayachi ani tyat sunela pan samil vayala sangayachi. to. They sat next to each other on the small loveseat, holding hands, and told each other their wants and desires, as well as their fantasies. "What I'd love to watch," said Jennifer, "is someone fucking Baxter and having them eat my pussy at the same time. I've always wanted to see that happen, but somehow have never found the right person." "Well, I may have the right person for you then, Jenn," answered Marie. "Who?" "Would you believe, me and Mona?" "You!! And Mona?" "Yes, both of us." "Why. The entire air-conditioned board room smelt of pussy! Figuring something was up, the motherfucker walked in, acting all normal and inquiring how come we were working in so late. Sure enough he walked over to the other side of the table and saw both Smriti and I naked from the bottom down, me with a raging hard-on and a condom on. “Ah, having our little fuck session in the board room eh?” he said and tried cupping Smriti’s breasts. Obviously Smriti got up and slapped his face. “Kya bey kutti!. Flew out Friday morning. Stayed at the MGM, and flew back Sunday night. Saw the show Absinthe at Caesars Palace Friday night. What a funny show. Very crude but hilarious. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. What you do want to hear, is all about what happened Saturday night. After dinner at the buffet. My husband heads off to play poker, the kind they show on TV. I enjoy playing roulette. I find a table. It's crowded, but there is a place at the end near the rope. First I should.