“you were right to.” Prakash replied. “you are a very lucky man.” Harry leaned over. “Suman, come on up here and sit with us.It’s bound to... be more comfortable than sitting on the floor. Here, we’ll help you up.” I felt one grasp my arms and the other slid his hand around my waist as I was hoisted from the floor and seated between the two men. I leaned my head back and sighed. “how do you feel?” Harry asked. I laughed. “wonderful! incredible! give me a minute and I’ll be ready for more!” so, we. Ofcourse alcohol was being consumed heavily on this night and after about an hour or two of flirting and messing around, three of them asked me to come over to one of their houses (her husband and k**s were away for a week). Naturaly i couldn;t resist such mature beauties!In the taxi home they already started to tease me with some gentle carressing on my lap and getting real close to me and whispering dirty thoughts about what they'd do to me in my ear.It was getting me damn horny and my cock. Now that was the vague memory I had, but recently the thought came backto my head and I began to wonder. What could have happened if I neverescaped them?This is a highly fantasised version of what could have happened ifKirsty and Sami kept me in place and painted my lips in a light purpleand sparkly lip-gloss.- Part 1I leaped out the other side of the table and ran for my life, I heardthe girls shouting at each other behind me in unison, "You let him getaway!" I ran for the nearest hiding place. I feel like I was possessed by this eighteenth century woman whom made me write this. She stopped me while I was working on a series of stories which I felt was nearing its end and would not let me go back to it until I finished her story. I mean, she wouldn’t even let me write a complete sentence of my story during this channeling that she was imposing on me, and she wasn’t in any hurry to complete her story either. She wouldn’t even let me change any of her word choices, her turn of phrasing,.