A stage was set up near the entrance, a long bar packed with patrons connecting to it and circumnavigating the room. Waittresses carried wooden trays ...etween tables as barmaids called out orders, the sound of a lute being tuned piercing the cacophony of laughter and merriment as the next act prepared to take the stage.He was six foot tall, with long dark hair pulled loosely back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. Broad shoulders and a well defined frame were accentuated by tight leather. “Maybe I’ll change my mind in a year or two,” she panted. “I don’t know. But I’m not mad at you.”“I’m glad,” he said.“I want to feel it, Bobby,” she panted.“Feel what?”“I want to feel what it was like when you made me pregnant.”Within two or three minutes, with her lips locked to his ... she did.Misty didn’t even attempt to put up a pretense and install Bobby in a guest room. Both she and her mother were hard-headed, and Bobby worried about that. Madge said she was going shopping that evening.. I stretched her ass cheeks to get a view of her asshole. Tight and inviting. I spit inside the hole, and that shocked Saumya because she was not expecting anal sex, but she winked at me, giving me the green signal. My dick was throbbing and gently tried to enter the asshole.This was painful for Soumya (and partly for me too). The more pain she felt, the deeper she sucked her mother’s pussy, and the louder Radhika moaned, driving me crazier!I decided to lick Soumya’s ass for a while, which drove. This in turn brought him out of his state and needless to say was just a little shocked to see her standing there, sweat poring down her face, her hand clamped between her legs, a sight to behold to be sure and one he would never forget for the rest of his life.“And what are you doing there?” he asked as though this happen all the time.“Oh my god! I ‘m so sorry but I couldn’t help myself. And what do you think I’m doing here?”“Well, I know what you are physically doing, to yourself, but the.