I grabbed her feet, holding there while he took aim, but motioned for him to hold up for a minute. By now she had caught her breath and was squirming...under my gaze. “Do you want him to fuck you?” I asked. She bit her lip, but nodded yes. “You want him to fuck you with his big thick cock?” She nodded again. “Well, ask him,” I demanded. She didn’t hesitate as she did before but said, “Fuck me, fuck my pussy with your big cock.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted down and I shook her legs, “Look. When she came back Lee had a smile on her face. Cmon, lets walk on the beach. We went for a brief stroll in the dark. Stopping in front of one of the wings of the hotel, Lee turned to face me, kissing me, sliding her tongue in my mouth. She took my hand put it between her legs. While I rubbed her pussy through her skirt she reached down and lifted it up, exposing her pussy to my fingers – she had removed her panties during her restroom break. I fingered her pussy bringing making her cum. We lay. ‘Really smooth, sport,’ his dad would have said. ‘Yeah, well fuck her,’ he answered his father’s voice, answered out loud. ‘Double bag her,’ Jack Vogel would laugh. Put one over her face, one for you in case herb’s falls off!’ ‘Put a fucking bucket over her head, swing from the handle,’ Mike Chamblee would say. He poured himself some more of Aunt Maggie’s whiskey, adding quite a bit of diet cola. Diet cola was the only soft drink he could find, other than the strawberry, orange, and grape. Now Pappu uncle started humping her with force and she started enjoying it. I was literally shell-shocked with the conversation and the hot chudai that followed. Mom was behaving like a lusty bitch and was moaning ’aaooouu, aaahh chod muje chod ooo chodke phar de mujhee uu apni biwi samajke chod sale, auu aah, mujhe ragar radar ke chod kutte’, Pappu replied,’ saali kutti, aaj tujhe pata lagega asli mard se chudwana kise kehte he, and put a tight slap on moms buttock, mom cried out ‘Ooouh, ui.