We both laid down on our sides facing each other and started kissing. “Mom, I think we should lock ourselves in the house for next two days and make...a honeymoon… what do you say?” I asked my mom. – “A honeymoon… oh son”, mom giggled. – “Yes mom, we will walk around the house totally naked and will fuck each other anytime and anywhere… I think it’s a good idea, please mom”, I said. – “But son, I have my office from tomorrow and you have to resume your college”, my mom said in disagreement. –. I was pleased to have the books tocover up my bra and my breasts and dancing in the slip was a strangesensation as it kind of restricted your movement in a way that trousersdid not.I was then introduced to the rest of the dancers as Jo, Sharon'sreplacement. There was something slightly strange about these eightwomen and I could not put my finger on it as they stood around in theirbras and slips. Surely this was any boy's dream to be in a room full ofwomen in bras and slips, even if that boy,. When we entered, all conversationstopped. I was the only white woman in the bookstore, and my titswere still exposed, plus Charles led me in like a bitchon a leash. There were a smattering of black men,ranging from men in their 20s all the way up to their60s. The black man behind the counter was in his 50s,with grey hair. At the door was an enormous blackbouncer, maybe 6’5 and 250 lbs. of all muscle. Charles led me to the older black man, who appeared tobe the manager and ordered me to. Bahut garam hai teri choot!” he grunted, pushing his huge cock all the way into her whorish maami’s cunt. “Yes, beta….your cock is soooooo biiiiig…fuck aunty….fuck meeeeee…..maderchod chod maami ko!” the slut aunty cried out in pleasure as her bhanja increased his speed.“Oh, we’re so dirty, maami! I can’t believe I’m fucking my maami. Oh, maami….you are a whore like my mother…but you are lovely whore…….oh God, you are such a whore!” he was grabbing her tits and squeezing her nipples. She was.