“Yes. But it’s about ten. After noon the sun will move west and we’ll have a bit of shade so that we don’t melt into ghee like Sambo’s tiger... when we get in later.”“Oh! I love that story when I was little. But I was told it was racist.”“That shows how dumb folks are: Sambo and his parents are South Indian. Otherwise why would they eat dosas and ghee? It think it’s racist for Africans to think there aren’t other blacks. Helen Bannerman lived in Tamil Nadu, after all.”“I never thought of that.. She was rummaging through it and pulled out a pair of socks.He went over and leaned into her face and kissed her. As their lips parted after the brief kiss, she smiled at him and said, "I brought my stuff in here. After all, this is where I'd like to sleep." We'll see," he told her, thinking he was in real trouble now.He turned and went to his dresser and pulled on a pair of briefs and then a pair of dungaree shorts. He had a maroon tee shirt hanging from a hook by his dresser. After pulling it. He looked around a little, and then waved me over to an outside balcony. To one side, filling up that end of the balcony area, was a huge hot tub. Steve said, "We're going to get some use out of that. It's going to be our own private hot tub party."Mercy said, "Finish your drinks and feed us. We're starving and want to get into the casino here."Steve looked at me and asked, "Are you going to show off and get us kicked out, or take it easy on these guys?"I answered, "Let's ask someone in. The guy on the floor stopped eating her out and was now on his knees jacking off. His dick pointed directly at her spread lips, inches away. He was getting closer and closer with every stroke until it was touching. I saw the head of his dick run across her spread cunt. Auroras eyes were closed again, and I wondered if she would notice or care if he shoved it in. Just then he started to cum. We watched as it splashed across her open lips. He came hard and long, making a mess of her pussy..