Couple of days later, my bhabi’s father had a stroke. My bhabi and brother had to go there suddenly, leaving me behind. My bhabi asked Komola to tak...e care of me.Komola assured her that she would take care of her devar. As we were roaming around the house after they left, My heart was pounding, thinking me alone with Komola. In the late afternoon, I needed some snacks. I was looking for her. I thought I would have a chance talk to her properly but, she was nowhere to be found. I thought she. I was certain that act had melted many hearts and excited many penises. She swung her shoulders side to side which allowed me brief glimpses of the tops of her breasts through her shirt. She bit her lower lip and let it slip from her teeth wet and shining.If I weren't there to talk to her, she would have had me spending half my money. As it was, I needed to find out if a casual touch would gain the connection Renée had mentioned earlier. I held out my hand to shake. "My name's Ral."She gripped. I knew what was coming. The first squirt hit my throat. He grabbed my head and made sure he emptied himself in my mouth. My eyes watered as I felt his cum squirt into my mouth. Salty. Dirty. Gross. How could girls do this? Maybe if they liked the guy. He pulled his dick out and told me to open my mouth. I did. He smiled as he must have saw the white and red mix. “Swallow it” He snarled. I closed my mouth and swallowed, it burned as it went down. I opened my mouth to show him. “Good. Now get. It was the place to drink, dance, party, and more. It was the place to see and be seen. For women it was the place to be hit on and picked up. Susan had never been to the Sans Souci but stories about the Sans Souci Club abounded in her social circle. Some of her friends had gone there for girls night out and they had shared their stories with her. These were middle aged, mature, married women who told her of their adventures of attracting and flirting with men who would buy them drinks, dance.