Still. I return my focus back to my drink. Vodka. My best friend - I can always rely on you. As I raise the glass to my lips. A hand encloses around m...ne on the glass and moves it away from my lips. The hand lets go. I look over my shoulder to see my husbands brother Dennis. He has a look of concern in his eyes. His idiot brother probably already called him and told him I "went off on one" and walked out. Bastard. He always blames it on me. "Elena...Drinking won't solve anything," he says. “Let me come on your tits.”Lauren made another look of horror. “Ugh, no fucking way. I’m having to stand here looking at an old man wanking. That’s bad enough. I don’t want your dirty old man jizz on me.” “Another hundred,” I panted. That was a ridiculous amount of cash, really. I knew it made me sound desperate, but right then I was. And hey, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?“A hundred?” She looked at me sceptically. I switched hands, gently stroking myself with my left whilst I reached. She checked her watch: they'd arranged to meet in the hotel lobby at seven, and it was time to go.Susan hurried down the hall and into the rickety elevator. She didn't want to keep Diana waiting. It just seemed important to make a good impression on her new friend by being on time. She stepped out of the elevator as it wheezed to a halt.She almost gasped as she saw Diana. On anyone else the suit and shirt might have looked out of place, but Diana made it look incredibly feminine. Diana turned. He was rotating his tongue over Deepti’s nipple. Her nipples had become so hard.Aneerudh: Bahu, look how erect your nipples have become with my sucking.Deepti: Oh, Papa, you are making me horny. You are doing it far better than your son. It’s only my nipples that are erect. My pussy is so wet and leaking down there.Aneerudh: Oh Bahu, then Papa needs to please your wet pussy.At that moment, Nishta, my sister, opened her room door. Deepti could only jump from the lap to the space on the sofa. She.