But it showed definite promise." Okay. Sounds promising. But if it's crap, I vote we go to the five-star for a beer. Or even one of those crappy Moroc...an wines." I'd rather have crappy beer than crappy wine," David replied throwing a suitcase onto the bed and watching it bounce up and down."Whatever!"When they arrived in the bar, slightly mellower after their shared joint, they found they weren't the only people there. Several of the clientele were Moroccan men. No Moroccan women, so not an. I pulled my pants up and went out , to get some more change , my cock was rock hard and I was totally horned up, at the end of the corridor there were a couple of people , when I looked closer I saw a man on his knees sucking a fellow with his pants down , I walked to the corner to see more , and noticed down this corridor were quite a few people , kissing sucking and one couple fucking ,My heart was pounding now and I could hardly believe it , as I was staring at what was happening I felt. Aur ussi baqt chala pada uski ghar ko lautane ke liye. Me calling bell dabaya toh who bahar aake darwaaza kholi. Aur puchi aap kaun he.? Me use iss tarah itne pass dekhte hue kuch nhi bol paya.Sapno ki duniya me kho gaya. Jab me hosh me aaya . Uski mummy bhi pass khadi thi . Tabhi who puchi ki aap kaun ho?Me- me pro.Aunty- tumhara kya kaam he yahan?Me- aunty ye id card mujnhe apke ghar ke samne gira hua mila toh .. Chala aaya lautane keliye.Aunty- are thnx beta .. Sheela aur me kal se isse. ? "Be merciful." Shut up!" she yelled from behind me, and I flinched at her suddenly raised voice.? "Do as I say!"The bedroom had no closet.? Instead, an entire wall had been covered with an assortment of brackets, scrap pieces of plywood, and lengths of used piping, arranged as a system of shelving and rods for clothes hangers. I lightly gripped the edge of a shelf that was at shoulder level. Thick plywood that at one time was painted a light blue color that I associate with swimming pools. .