They said they wanted to watch us and video us fucking their wives and they would fuck do the same with Lisa. We turned them down, then they offered u... money-five hundred dollars-okay, we will do it. They brought their wives over-also drunk and in their fifties, one was fat, tall, dark hair, huge tits. The other had salt and pepper hair, skinny, and short, she was probably hot when she was younger. We all went to thier room. Once in the room, Mike was ready to fuck some strange and he went. " There will be special seating arrangements which I will handle. There will be privacy during the sessions, so you will not have any distractions. I am planning on being at the table."We arrived an hour ahead of the meeting to get familiar with the layout. Our table was off to the side with a view towards the podium. The room started to fill up quickly."Hello, guys. Glad to see you again. I want you to enjoy the meeting, pretend that I am here, and enjoy yourself. I have a good idea of why you. Days passed and so the bhabhi and her family started interacting with other neighbors. She was sweet, nice-talking lady like other gujaratis. My mother and she used to interact quite often as there were hardly any other neighbors to talk. They used to talk about families, sarees, food etc.My mother had even told her how I intelligent I amand always stood first in my school years.Whenever I used to come across her she used to smile and ask me about how I was doing, studies etc and then I used to. Her hair was up in its usual bun. This morning she’d threaded a small piece of red ribbon through it. She had on a pair of stockings that just reached her knees, and some kind of relaxed fit suede or something shoes. She had started to feel like she was home. She asked, ‘Tell me what?’ ‘Nothing.’ Mary proffered. Fletcher glanced up. Oh. No. He thought. Every time he saw her since their date he felt self-conscious. Why did she always have to look so pretty? Doesn’t she ever look frumpy? Fletcher.