I quietly entered the bedroom to see Stacey blindfolded with her hands tied to the bed post. She was wearing a sexy see-through nighty and dark purple...satin bikini string panties, and Mitchell was just in his boxers. Music was playing loud enough to muffle any sounds I might make that would set her off. Mitchell motioned for me to move onto the bed. I slowly climbed onto the bed and gently felt Stacey's legs. I was extremely turned on and wanted to just jump her and start fucking her right. Some older black woman was currently doing a good job of singing along to one of George's favorites: Take The 'A' Train. She wasn't Ella Fitzgerald- but nobody was. Heck, chances were, nobody would ever better her.He and Jill were doing a bad job of attempting to dance with the song, stumbling around because the floor was moving beneath their feet. Every time they stumbled or had to grab on to something in order to not fall, they were laughing. They must have looked drunk to an outsider- to. I sucked her ears, slowly drenching them in my saliva. I continued the sucking, travelling towards her neck with a sound “Ahh” from Mirchi. I continued eating and tasting her milky white back.My hands squeezed her firm, round ass cheeks over the silky saree, and my lips sucked her navel. She had a slim white navel, and there were two moles over the sides of her navel. I then moved my face over her ass above the silk saree with my nose digging into the ass crack.I rubbed my face feeling all of. ” humre piyare nathkhat bhaiya tum bade toh ho gaye ho… par bade nahi hue….””bijli ki baat arun ko samaj na aayi….uh bola “ka keh raho beheniya.?”humse majak na karo…”Jara humre lund ki halat dekho…”“ chikne ras me fasa pada hai.“ or aap has rahi ho….” dayan ho tum dayan” bijli boli….” koi baat nahi more bhaiya …. aaj raat tum humre sang humre kamre me sona…. hum gurantee deti hunnn… tumhar ih piroblem ka sara solution choos choos ke nikal denge hum bhola arun bola “sach baheniya tum humra.