She let me in and than closed the door behind her. She saw the questioning look in my eyes.“If somebody comes, I don’t want them to disturb me wit...hout warning.”I was glad of that. It meant that I can also play the field without worrying of anybody coming and finding me trying to peek under her skirt.She was wearing a brown skirt which reached below her knees. She was wearing a white blouse. I was sure she was wearing a simple bra. I had seen that many a times on the clothes line drying after. I feel so exposed. You can see my shaved pussy, see my juices flowing down my legs, the blush on my chest, the lust in my eyes.I decide to take control. I push you onto the bed and make you lie on your stomach. I run my hands and fingertips softly over your back, over your buttocks, between your thighs, your nerve endings making your body tingle. My tongue follows the path of my fingers, slowly kissing your body, nibbling, biting. I love biting your gorgeous ass. I spend a lot of time on your. By 9 in the morning she reached hotel and came to room and ranged the bell. As I opened the door stunned by look of natasha, to describe her 5-8” height, 36-34-36 very nice white skin, in read saree, matching lipstick, hair open looking gorgeous, one minute I thought of start things in door only, I welcomed her and closed the door, to my surprise instead of relaxing she pushed me to door and started kissing, which went for 15 minutes, I also continued the same and hugging her tightly and her. We finally reached the crowds. There were drunks everywhere, men and women. All worst for wear. Needless to say, police and door staff were kept busy. Monica naturally picked the seediest club for our next adventure.~The club was a meatlocker. Humid, crowded with the hint of sweat and vomit. Not my sort of place. It was also full of northern lasses baring more flesh than you can see in a butcher's window. To be polite, two thirds of them were generously portioned. Big boned would be another.