At 10am, the movers arrived and started to load my stuff. As I was making a few final arrangements with my old landlord, my phone rang."Hey beautiful,...I'm already here." It's Peter. My heart pounded and I got so excited that I hurriedly surrendered the keys to my ex-landlord. Hailed a cab and spent the next 20mins imagining how good my day would be. I won't be a tease, I promised myself. Damn, the guy is married!"Here you are," the driver said. As I rummaged my purse for my wallet, Peter opened. At this precise moment, I’m standing behind a curtain at the far end of Lower Pidlington village hall, taking deep breaths. This is event night and I’m key to tonight’s ‘presentation’.I blow out my cheeks. The noise in the hall is phenomenal; two hundred women, aged eighteen to eighty, all talking at once. Utterly deafening. The quaint Victorian hall is packed; tight rows of chairs run right to the door, every one occupied. The stench of perfume and hairspray is overwhelming and I can smell. They started to thrust along with your hand as it moved in and out of me. Once my shirt had fallen to the floor, with your free hand you reached around my back and unclasped my bra, having no trouble at all. My nipples became hard quickly because it was very cold in the room. I loved the way your freshly shaven face was placed just between my boobs. I rested my head on the wall as you kissed and licked my hard nipples. I hadn’t noticed that your hand had quickened pace. I moaned as you went in. I kissed on that panty, bhabhi was so helpless. She grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy over the panty.I immediately removed Isha bhabhi’s pantie and ‘attacked’ her pussy. She had some pussy hairs but my focus was on her pussy only. I parted Isha bhabhi’s pussy lips and saw the pink watery rose contracting and expanding. I brought my head near and pushed my tongue deep inside that hole. Bhabhi lost her control and started moaning loudly.My tongue was making her helpless and she was.