One of those, Derrik, is passed out in our hammock by the grill. The rest of us swap stories for the remainder of the evening as we drink our now warm...beers. We reminisce on how we each met other and it I make a note in my head on how I met each and everyone of my friends. ~~*~~ “Alrighty people, y'all don't need to go home, but you need to get the fuck up outta here,” Sam announces as he stretches his arms high up reaching towards the night sky. “I'm fuckin' beat and I still wanna tap. She quickly got the idea, and opened her mouth to admit my tongue. We fitted our faces together in a way which allowed us both to breathe while searching each other's mouths by diligent tongue action. She leaned back and pulled me down on her, and I took the opportunity to swing my legs over so I was lying between hers. I began to stroke her belly, which was rounded in a way I found sexy, even before (I assumed) she had a baby tucked away in there. My other hand found the catch on her bra, and. My wife was just an obedient woman would just lie by my side, allow me to kiss, allow me to fuck and she would wash and sleep. She never knew how to equally participate in sex as Sudharani was cooperating with me. In fact she was not just cooperating but was competing. She whispered that the one who withdraws mouth from the kiss would be the loser and pay Rs ten. Every time she defeated me as she never knew withdrawing from such an intense kiss. I perhaps lost a hundred times which counted to. I half smiled though. I was enjoying looking at her, having her firm warm hand rubbing my bottom, seeing her beautiful bare legs which I watched as she stood, ready to strike me again and again. It was like a tease really. Bare legs, glimpsing her knickers that could be seen as she pulled up her short skirt before each stroke, beautiful, heart stopping, at least until the cane bit in to my bare bottom again and I had to focus on the pain. Then a breather, watching Zoe’s legs as they.