I met my friend Tushar when I was in High School all the way until I finished my college, I used to like spending time at his house, he was the only o...ffspring of his parents. Tushar was Gujarati.His mother would always wear Saree Gujarati style. I never looked at his mother Sandhya sexually until one day when Tushar was at the market and I reached his house and his mother told me he will be back in a little while, she was washing clothes and was a little wet.I sat in the living room and their. As I am reaching for my pocket, one of the black men pays for Gina's drink. I looked very shock at how aggressive they were being towards us, but before I can object, the braided negro grabs Gina on her ass and directly says to me, "well take it from here, little man," as they both start to walk away with her. Gina just gives me a "sorry babe" type of look as she sips off her drink and moves with them. The female bartender just stares at me as If I am a worthless cuck.Gina is now sitting with. I told Andy, "Get the slut! Pump the bitch full of cum! Before Dianne could blink Andy had his head up her skirt with his mouth and tongue mauling her cunt and clit! Dianne began breathing hard! She was arching her body upwards smashing her mound into his face as he feasted on her pussy! I knew she was about to cum an d so did he! Just as the first spasm hit her he rose up and yanked her skirt up over her hips. Then, with her still in the throws of a very intense orgasm, Andy pounced on her. “Nah! Just a few things I forgot the other day. So, why are you here again?” “I shop every day. Fresh fruits and vege’s.” She pointed at her cart, half full of what she had just mentioned. She saw the puzzled look on my face, adding, “I run a restaurant here in town.” She handed me a business card as we strolled down the aisles together making more small talk, her picking up random items and me referring to my list. Her card read, ‘Vanessa Hardy, restauranteur’. She suggested we hit up a.