“I’m Ayesha Banu Peerally Premji. My father is Seth Ismail Azeem Peerally, the owner of this store. He owns three other ones just like it. I can t...ke you into the strong room and show you some antique pieces with impeccable provenances. But they will be very expensive.”“How much?” he asked.“The cheapest ones are about …” I paused and did the mental calculation converting the rupees to dollars. “A hundred thousand US dollars.”“Good. That's just what I was looking for.”“May I ask your name?”“Jack. Precum smeared on her when it slipped up into a vertical position, her sexy breasts pressed into me.At first Mom rested the side of her face against my chest and I nestled my face into her raven hair, inhaling the pleasant scent of shampoo. After a moment, though, Mom withdrew her arms from around me, leaned her head back and turned her face up to look at me with those beautiful blue eyes. Her hands came up to hold each side of my face. With a small warm and inviting smile she pulled my face. We head out to morjim beach around 4 and reached around 4:30. We got a couple of loungers and took off our clothes. Priya just went woot woot on looking at bikini. It was a string bikini, the bra straps were a triangle, long but not very wide, the thong was riding up my ass and giving a good view of my butt cheeks. I knew I was gonna make quite a few dicks hard on the beach. So I and Priya laid down in our bikini’s and started drinking. Priya was rolling a joint as well. Pretty much every guy. I had been going to this one bookstore that was open 24/7. I worked nights and it was one of the few places open when I got off work. The place was not really good for getting cock. There were no glory holes and they were strict about watching for 2 people in a booth. They did have some viewing windows in a few of the booths though so you could see the person next to you getting off. I had made it a habit to wear thigh highs or pantyhose there a lot and jack off for people in the booth next to.