”“Come on, sir. You lucky. My mum’s birthday.” Yeah, sure. “I make it fifty.”“Thirty.” What am I doing, I thought? I don´t want this....Not for thirty and not even for three. All it would do at home was to accumulate a layer of dust.“Forty.”“Thirty-five.”“Deal.” Damn.Now I had a problem. Everyone had advised us to take not much cash with us; I guessed I had about twenty Euro left.“Where is the nearest bank?”“Over there. Lady can wait here.”“In your dreams.” I turned to face my quite happy wife.. Both pairs of breasts were now jiggling freely, providing their common lover on the couch one seriously enticing view.Cindy thrust forward again, sending her right tit into Patricia's left and vice versa. The blonde grunted at the impact, feeling her proud mammaries flatten briefly, and the college girl allowed herself a small grin. Her lips quickly turned into a wince, though, as Cindy felt the older woman respond. They ground their substantial sets together for a moment, giving the other a. She placed a decent glass ofcabernet sauvignon before Lindsey and mumbled something perfunctoryabout being right back with the salad and breadstick. Lindsey let hersmile fall away into an innocent and inquisitive expression, as Cassieand Denise chattered about some guy named Brett. Whoever it was,Lindsey gathered, Denise was fairly attracted to him."So wait a minute, Denise," she said, when there was a pause in theconversation. "You got turned into a girl, and suddenly you like guys? How. Stunning art deco style, but falling apart and on the edge, a very sharp edge between a totally luxurious and gentrified part of the city and a totally destitute one. It seemed poetic that Nikki chose this hotel. Unbeknownst to me, Nikki had put an ad in Craigslist and a couple of other online sources, slutty ads saying she was looking for guys to come use her pet at a hotel on a Saturday afternoon and evening. Ads stating that she and a hot girlfriend would be there to watch to add to the.