Our rule is that only ‘yes’ means yes.”B&B, Fran, and I all said yes. Jill and Breeze interrupted breakfast by sharing deep kisses and sexual bo...dy hugs with all of us.Everybody wanted to help clean up after breakfast. Six ladies bumping butts reminded Fran and me of our tiny home. We ended up telling others where stuff went and thanked them for all their help.As we walked outside Fran pointed out the half bath next to the outside door to the pool. Once outside, I showed them the pool shower.In. Mene usaki pussy pe kisss kiya.Aur voh pani pine aur kapade pehne uthi..Tabhi mene usako kaha oy radhika teri gand bhi toh baki hai..Voh tayar hi nahi ho rahi thi..Mene usako samjaya aur khade khade hi gand mari..Radhika gand bohot mulaym thi dhire dhire uski gand mar raha tha fir achanak se voh jorse boli kutte kitna tadpayga..Fir usaki gand jorse pakdi and then meri machine gun chalu hue..Karib 10 min tak chalu tha mene..Fir hum dono thak gaye.Bed pe jake bethe.Par me chup thodi bethne vala. With Chandra to my left I approached the gate, seeing two sisters flanking an older sister just inside. That had to be the Mother.The gates were not barred to me, but the women were there specifically to deal with me. I felt my blood sing as I set foot across the invisible line separating the city cobbles from the hallowed ground of the temple. A smile crept to my face of its own accord.I bowed to the High Priestess. "Good Morning, Mother." Morning, Lord Charles." She gave me the slightest bow. Add an audience full of punks, people who were there to beat up punks, lost tourists, and a few true believers like me, and you have a recipe for... an interesting experience, that's for sure. Anyway, Alan heard that and said, "What's that? You said you wanted to fuck us? You couldn't handle both of us." Fuck off, commie faggot!" (They had played "Che" a few minutes before.)"You know, that's the seventh time you've called me a faggot. That's not cool." He lit a cigarette. Most of the audience.