I was greeted with ... silence, which was odd as Ricky was a country music fan, and the radio was permanently tuned to the local country station. The ...small reception area was empty, and the door to the workrooms was closed. “You back here Ricky?” I called out as I pushed the inner door open. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have just strolled through it.Ricky stood in the entrance to his work cubical. His face was pale and streaked with blood from a cut on his forehead.“What the fucks. Then he gave me his girlfriends nude and semi nude pics. I also shared those of lisa with him. I could see the lust in his eyes when he was viewing Lisas pics.He offered me a road trip on bike to karwar as he knows a good beach resort there. It was at a lonely place and could be useful to know each other better. The idea of swap was first to me. In evening I kept thinking of my friends girl and masturbated. I kept fantasising about his Punjabi babe.Next weekend as per our plan we both with our. My eyes glanced up briefly and noticed that what she was expecting. I kissed her leg above her ankle. Before I knew it, my head was buried as I was kissing her thighs. My head was nested up her skirt. I stopped for a second to so I could pull off her panties. But soon as I removed my head, she was quickly removing her laced panties in a hurry. She was prepared and ready. I put my head back in there and started licking her clit.I was eating out a 50 year old woman. She might have been older. But. It was only a few minutes later (it seemed like longer) I heard her coming up the stairs, I could hear other footsteps as well. We had often talked about having another woman join us in the bedroom and here it was happening, I was wondering which of her friends she had gotten to join us. They went to the far side of the room and I heard her whisper something I couldn’t make out, then she stated that I looked like a hot little sissy bitch that needed to be used. All I could think was yes.