Fifteen minutes later, the girls had their own room, as did each of the couples. With a quick set of phone calls, we all met downstairs to have some d...inner together.All the girls were dressed up, and we were seated and given menus.My brother and I had not only gorgeous fiancées, our future sisters-in-law were looking older than they were, and I felt my dick get hard looking at Faith.Our server came back and took our orders and left.“Faith, did you see how he looked at you?” Claire. Sheryl was a brunette, with full hair that came almost to her shoulders and went well with her pale complexion. Her skin was white and soft, but it wasn't thin like some light-skinned women I had seen. Her eyes were brown and very expressive. Her build was slight, and at first I didn't even look at her as a woman since she was so small and slight. I favored women like April - bigger, Teutonic-looking women with round hips and big tits!In case you're curious, I am a big guy and ten minutes in. Her allotted time here was over. She needed to get back to the men’s room where she was supposed to be stationed.Samantha staggered to her feet, bracing herself against the wall. Her legs felt sore. Her whole body felt sore. She took a tentative step and almost reeled from the way piss sloshed around her bloated stomach. She became aware that she needed to pee, badly. She had a strong urge to squat down and piss on the mat below her, but she remembered her training: no one was to see her empty. When she turned I saw that Shara as I used to call her was not wearing her blouse or brassiere. Her smooth white back was on display. From side too her voluptuous breasts were visible through the thin palla of her saree. I did not know what the hell she up to was. Just then the doorbell rang and I knew at once. Shara wanted to seduce the young milkman named Fareed was a village man in his for tied who was built like wrestler. I felt goose bumps thinking that my slim and fair wife was planning.