Some spoke in their native language however the language of sex is quickly understood. It's international. Their first stop was to the bar for a quick...drink followed by a refill. Clothes were being discarded like autumn leaves. There was no need for Crystal to undress since all of her sensuous body could be seen under her sheer gown. Jesús on the other hand wore a thong or even better, a G-string. His balls and cock were packed into a tiny pouch with all of his tight ass showing. The black man. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dance floor. I told her the tight white pants she was wearing made her ass look amazing. Anthony chimes in and said he totally agreed. I was rubbing on her leg and working my hand on her thigh. I was curious if she was wearing panties, so I asked. She told me that I could find out later. Still playing, I reached up to her zipper and said “I want to know now”. Anthony looked over and said we were crazy. We were. Not that you would have asked because you knew your father would never agree.There was your Mother, Atia. She had you young and her looks had only magnified with the years. She was beautiful, had great tits, long black red hair, long legs and a face that rivaled the beauty of Venus. At the moment she had retired to the estate outside the city. She loved to ride horses and since your fathers Death she had been in mourning trying to pull herself together, thinking that she would run the kingdom. I took off my top, and he looked at my boobs. I didn’t tease him or play with my boobs in front of him. I slipped my hand in his shorts and pulled out his cock. Within seconds his cock got hard, and I smiled, looking at him. He was looking at my boobs, and with my other hand I guided his hand to touch my boobs. “I have beautiful tits, don’t I?” I asked. “All the boys I have fucked say so.” He didn’t say anything. “I don’t think you like what I’m doing. Maybe you want something more,” I said.