Both women are wearing white boiler suits and black bowler hats.This means something, some where, but my mind is indifferent. I watch the boy watching... me as I pass by. His lips move but I can't hear what he says. He slips from my mind in a blur of slamming rythm and I find myself standing at a bar. It is bright orange, glowing like an amber river. My hands are placed on it and I am staring at the pulsing mouth of the woman on the other side. She is speaking to me, leaning forward. Her lips. I kept assuring her that this was something that I would also want. I wanted Nisha to cum with another man, to feel his strength, to taste his juices and be ecstatic and be fulfilled.We soon went away to the coast where in this town and we saw an advertisement for classes with a male tantric guru. I told Nisha that this could be interesting. She initially took offence and that I was suggesting that she was not good at sex and therefore needed assistance.I clarified and said that it would be. The penthouse was completely dark except from the strobe lights and the footballs being thrown from one side of the room to the other had flashing LED’s attached to them. The music was pounding so loud it actually felt like someone was trying to punch through my chest forcing my heart to skip a beat as each thump of the music blasted through my body. I looked over at Amanda to see that she had already started dancing in place. She was swaying her hips and moving her arms to the music. Her. After a short time like this it feels as if your pussy got tighter...then it hits me...a flood of juices erupting from within you...escaping all over my stomach as you continue to bounce up and down...splashing your juices all over us...you collapse on top of me as we kiss.I am now at a point where I need my tongue inside you again. I pull out of you and slide you up so your are sitting on my face.I lick every inch of your pussy. inside and out. Enjoying every drop. You slide off of me and lean.