Disha on the way told me that she recorded our sex and Amisha blackmailed us. It was Amisha’s moan that I heard at the end of the sex last night. Am...sha drove to the airport. I had no idea where she was taking me.I was like a guy who was taken in captive by two hot bitches. Disha had already talked to my parents. She told them that all school friends are going on a tour and had taken my passport.Amisha: When we are desperate for sex. We girls can plan a lot better and kinky.Disha: Yeah, your. Feeling strangely excited and proud that the two guys were watching a hot woman suck him off, he followed the offered suggestion. Jill moaned around him as his hands worked in time with her bobbing head.She wasn’t playing around, either. She sucked him hard and fast, popping and slurping sounds accompanying her efforts. Every so often, a croak would join in when they hit a bump in the road or Rodney’s growing excitement caused his cock to slip deeper, tickling her throat.He alternated between. She didn't say a word and drove us to the Henderson. It was a landmark hotel that had one of the best restaurants in our town. I helped Beth out of the car, and gave her my arm as we went inside. We went through the grand lobby, and found where we were going. The maître d' had our reservations, and we were seated quickly. Dinner was very enjoyable. Beth and I had been friends forever, so there were no awkward moments until dessert was almost finished."David, I ... I guess I'm not good at this,". I looked Adam in the eyes, arms crossed across my chest. I asked, "What the hell do you want?" Nice to see you too, Ali. I came to see if my kids were alright."I laughed in his face, "Your kids? Your kids? Adam, you walked out the day after they were born, as far as I am concerned, you don't have children. At least not any with me." Listen, I messed up. I admit I shouldn't have ever done it. I was upset, I had just lost my wife and daughter, and the anniversary of their deaths was a week after.