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When we had all finished, dusk was settling into the area, and the chirps and creeks of the nocturnal wildlife buzzed in through the open windows. The ladies cleared away the table, and I moved into the living room, ready to sit back and enjoy the evening. As I sat in the easychair, facing the local news, Dana and Carol worked into the kitchen to return it to working order. Dana washed the dishes, and the ever polite guest dried them, and had to ask where each item should be returned. I couldn’t help but watch them, it was like watching two teenage girls doing their chores. They giggled about inside jokes, and took their time like there was nothing else going on in the world. I had to chuckle to passion myself as my wife bounced in her position, the blue nylon shorts she had put on, rocking back and forth. Our relationship was nowhere near new, but I if we didn’t have a guest, I would happily come up behind her and grind my hard cock against her to make her wiggle that ass. As I watched my wife, I scanned her friend. Carol was quite a beautiful woman, long legs, a nice thick ass, but it was her tits that added so much curve to the figure. She had long hair, with streaks of sensual blonde. The skirt she had worn to work laid over every contour, while the shine from the polyester blouse gave her contrasting shadows that gave away the true figure of her body. If I were a single man, I would have no issue taking her to my bed. It might have been that notion that led me to my next play, but I figured it never hurts to give it the old college try. I bounced up from the chair, leaving a slight rock in the springs as I left, and I walked in toward the kitchen. The ladies were nearly done with the cleaning. “Can I offer you ladies anything to drink?” Dana looked at Carol, not wanting to accept unless she did, and Carol seemed a little hesitant once again. “Well I am afraid I don’t like wine or beer, so it would have to be some sort of spirit, if you don’t mind. But, not too much, I need to able to drive home tonight.” I instantly liked her even more, I’m not a beer or wine man either, and I honestly had nothing to offer but liquor. “Well I tend bar just a well as I cook dinner, so if you indian erotic don’t mind, I will go make us up something, and I will be right back.” I left the kitchen archway and made my way back to the hutch in the corner of the dining room. We kept the liquor on the bottom row, and I slid the tray out that held all the glassware. The only thing missing from the set was the ice, since we rarely filled the container, unless entertaining. Just when I thought I would need to head back to the kitchen, Dana came into the room carrying a small bowl of ice from the fridge dispenser. “Thank you dear!” I took the ice from her. “Make mine a double, Love.” Dana commanded. I looked over the contents of the bar, and with the wife wishing for something strong, I scrounged up the components for Long Island Iced Tea. In the large cocktail shaker I tossed in the ice, added generous amounts of gin, vodka, and Tequila. We desi seemed to be running low on the Triple Sec, but I made up for it a bit with the lemon juice, and rum. It was the syrup I found we were missing completely, but I figured an extra splash of Coke would have to suffice. I put the topper on, and shook the contents until the outside of the container was sweating from the freeze of the ice. State laws or some bullshit. Katie just sat there, stroking it, I was in heaven. Her sore pussy tingling at the thought of being indian their sex slave. I didn’t want to give away that there was more than likely going to be another chance for her sensual to take her panties off. “Getting interesting now.” I said. You had a pair of panties wrapped around your dick, just like you do right erotic now. I rolled her onto her back and moved away to create some room, then turned my attention to Sonja. But whatever. Quietly running desi down the hallway, we jumped on a couch, making out. The 3 of them got out of the van and ran briskly across the street toward the sleeping guard. “That was what I thought.” Julia’s voice was barely a whisper, her footsteps were melting the rock beneath her, “But I was wrong, Willowbud. When passion their excitement subsided, Jude (I think – I still can’t tell the difference most of the time) said,