"Erica spoke, "I am not sure how to describe it but my pussy was on fire." Sticking her tongue out and mock biting it.Squinting puzzled I ask, "Like h...ow?"Erica said, "I was a little nervous at first, but when ever your dad looked and looked again. My pussy wanted to just start dripping. It was a good thing I was dripping wet to begin with."I inquired, "Are you trying to say you came?"Erica says, "No not like that it was wet like that, but it felt like my lips were going to burst open and drip. .. ! I'll be laughed right out of school ... No, it HAS to be Justin Beiber!")For me, Labor Day Week-end is the time when the 'week-end residents' close down their campers, their trailers and their mobile homes for the season, the week-end I can start to relax a bit, put my feet up ... well ... not quite. It's the weekend when I start thinking about doing some much needed maintenance and upgrades to my installation before the Snowbirds invade the place around the end of October and the. ” Sneha said.“Maybe I should talk with him,”Shekar muttered.“Shekhar…sweetie…give me the shorts and get into bed. I’ll take care of it.” She said, slipping onto her feet and throwing a robe over her transparent nightie.Shekhar handed his wife the shorts and fed her an odd smile.”Sure you feel comfortable talking to him about this?” He asked.“Don’t you dare doubt my motherly abilities.” She said with a confident grin.“You’re the sexiest thing alive…you know that?” He said, his eyes traveling. A director of the club as well as a member, Monsieur M’s name got me attended to immediately. I found him and his wife and a young woman at a table under the trees outside the club bar. Monsieur M stood when I arrived and extended his hand.“Ah, my young friend, welcome.”“Thank you so much for inviting me, Monsieur M. It is my pleasure.”I turned to the women. Monsieur M did the courtesies.“My wife, Natalia, and my daughter, Alejandra.”I extended my hand to each woman. In this culture it was.