Phil had never been with an Indian woman and he was anxious for this first experience as he figured Mahesh was probably excited about the prospect of ...inally being able to fuck a white American woman. Phil knew that Mahesh was in for quite a sexual treat and he hoped that Kavita would prove to be even hotter sexually than he imagined she might be.As Kavita sat down next to Phil, he turned to face her, taking in the sexy darkness of her beautiful black hair and the duskiness of her skin and deep. I sat behind Bethany and pulled her back to me, cupping one breast with my right hand while picking up my champagne glass with my left.“To us, Bethany! To a wonderful future together, whatever it might bring.”“To us, Steve! To the best friend and the best lover any girl could ever hope to have.”We sipped our champagne and when we finished, Bethany slid away from me a bit and turned around.“Sit on the side of the tub,” she ordered.I got out of the warm water and sat facing her. She grabbed my. My cock shot back up, tenting my underwear, as her soft-looking pussy hair sat gleaming in the light from my reading lamp. She saw my bulge and asked, “Can I see your thing?” I hesitated and she said, “Its only right, you saw my cookie, so you should show me your thing.” Her logic was flawless and I quickly yanked my shorts down, showing her my quivering four inch cock. She reached out and I pulled back, “Uh uh, cuz, only if I can touch yours too.”She spread her legs open and said, “Okay, but. One man stepped into the booth, and I closed the door.The booth was small and didn’t provide room for a lot of maneuverability. The man watched as I had her stand with one leg on the only chair, which brought her pussy into full view. I pulled her favorite vibrator out of my coat pocket, turned it on, and slid it slowly into her cunt until its rabbit ears contacted with her clit. With my other hand, I unsnapped my jeans and dropped them to the floor. She threw back her head and shuddered as I.