“What’s the theme tonight?” “We call it ‘The Disco’,” she said. The waitresses were all wearing very tight, very short bodikon dresses... in different colours, outlining their pretty figures perfectly. It was obvious from the lack of panty-lines that they were wearing nothing else. In their micro-dresses and slender high heels, they looked just like the pretty, provocative girls who go to Tokyo discos, flaunting their sexuality as they dance. The effect was charming and I could see Bob’s. She was not so frank as no woman would be immediately open to a stranger. I kept thinking of herThe whole time.She was beautiful and perfectly fits for the word milf.While sleeping her blanket slipped A little bit and since I was in front of her I was able to see her cleavage.She wore a kurta and her boobs were just finding spaceTo burst out of the gap.Her long silky hair, lipstick, and bindi just made me horny as fuck. Automatically my tool hardened and justWanted to be massaged. So I quietly. I can see the excitement on jagan’s face as he was enjoying the view of her boobs.From that day onwards amal saw deepthi was wearing all low neck blouse and never care to keep her pallu straight and Jagan used to be around her all the time. amal know that deepthi has made him her slave who is desperate to touch her and fuck her and that will happen very soon. Deepthi was more aggressive in the bed now and forced amal to fuck her harder may be she was also desperate to get fucked by jagan. so he. ”Expressionless, Jessica only looked at her.“On top of that, on the ride to San Francisco in the limo you hardly said a word and never finished your champagne, and since we’ve been here you’ve been jumpy as a cat. Last night at dinner you kept looking at the door and you drank maybe half a glass of wine and hardly touched your meal. At the club afterwards you didn’t drink at all and maybe danced two times and even then you took your clutch with you. I sneaked a look and I wondered what had you.