Tuft! Christabella! Mom!”The three gave me such pleasure. Mother and daughter fisted my cock as they licked at my tip. They’d cleaned off all of t...hat bitch Sasha’s ass. I wanted to find her and spank her for what she did. She was such a naughty futa.But I felt too good to be so mad right now.My mother’s tongue fluttered through my pussy. She licked at me while the ache built and built at the tip of my cock. Mrs. Tuft and her daughter, the older one blonde and the younger a curly-haired. I just remember crashing in bed. The next afternoon I woke up puzzled to find myself at my Kumar’s place. The last thing I could recollect from the night was boarding the cab and Kumar’s friend picking me up.Since I was hungover, felt like having something like a hot coffee. But couldn’t find Kumar in the room. I freshened up myself and left the room to look for him. When I just stepped out of the room opening the doors I felt the sensitivity on my eyes due to sunshine. So I immediately covered. Up to now, I was just another tourist. Now it was time for me to take the next step. I went back down to the parking lot and got in my car. I worked my way back through traffic to the coastal highway and headed south. I had noticed in the hotel lobby that the travel agent offered ‘Excursions to Cuba’, but I had been told to use a certain travel agent in a little village south of here. He was well known to a friend of Ross and trustworthy. He was also very discrete. I drove south away from. ”I tried, once again, to grab the panties out of his hand.“I’ll take care of those,” I insisted, jumping up, trying to reach that little scrap of lace dangling over our heads.“Uh-uh. I found them. I’ll sort them properly,” he said, with a devilish smile on his face.“Troy,” I said, jumping again, “give me those.”As I came back down, I landed unbalanced, and fell forwards onto Troy’s chest. He caught me against him with his free hand, his arm wrapping around my back, pulling me closer.“Tell you.