A drunken smile played at her mouth. She turned her head to Bart on the other side of the desk. "You're too big, honey." She squirmed her ass. "My pus...sy is ripe and ready." She brought her hands down to her sopping cunt gash. "Right here, Bart. Inside my cunt." Sorry, baby." He stroked his boner through his fist. "Larry's already fucked your cunt. I like my holes tight and dry." He looked at his brother. "Right?"Larry was comfortable in the big chair. "I told you, Tiffany, Bart's an asshole. Joe would pretend to be a hot Indian bhabhi. I would be the plumber/electrician/pizza delivery boy who would satisfy her. So whenever I saw Joe wearing a sari, I would get an instant erection. This got me into trouble one time, but that’s a story for some other day.Having recently ejaculated, I went to clean the restaurant. The party was over, and all the guests had left. While I was doing my job, suddenly Joe showed up. She was looking through the glass window pressing her big tits against the. Together they went to bathe. The bath took longer that anticipated. Karen was forced to adjust her schedule several times. Eventually they emerged from the bath with matching smiles of pure contentment. Karen guided Joe over to the dressing table and had him sit facing her with his back to the mirror. "Joe, have you ever done a complete transformation? That time I caught you dressed it looked like you had stopped before you finished. Was that intentional?"Joe began to stammer an answer but. Rakesh touched her shoulders firmly, turning her face to the corner. He grasped her hips, lifting them, pulling her back toward him. Following his lead, she bent over, leaning her hands on the shower stool and spreading her legs wide to accept him as he needed. The hot water flowed down her back, collected in her ass crack, and descended from her pussy in a stream, caressing rekha’s silken pink flesh with its gentle warmness. Rekha bent her knees and rested her breasts on the stool, letting her.