Dougie lived to eat me out. And he liked nothing better than telling me how he was going to do it, especially when there wasn't anything we could do a...out it at the time. Like at the dinner table with my whole family there. Just this last Sunday he did this thing with a pea and his tongue that made me spit my iced tea all over Tiffany. Of course she got all pissed and Mom was all set to dig out her thermometer and it took some heavy duty persuasion on my part to convince her I wasn't dying. The. Well I didn't really care too much about the attractive part, but at least it sounded easy to keep. So I agreed. I watched closely at how she blew my hair dry trying to remember every nuance so I could do the same myself. When she was done, I looked at my reflection and saw a different person staring back. "God I look hot." I thought. It was amazing how just a blow dryer could transform me into what I saw before me. "Wow" I said. "Looks great." I thanked her and asked were the restrooms were. I was then made to wear a Lehenga (An Indianbridal dress). The Lehenga was dark red and of orange color with a lot ofembroidery and it was so heavy that I feared that I may fall. I couldfeel my hair was made into a big bun and a Dupatta was draped around mybody and over my head (a length of material worn over the waist coveringmy head and sort of a half veil over my face). Then I was made to wear 3-4 gold and diamond necklaces, earring and Mang tikka (a golden chain andsmall locket worn on the. His fingers moved back and forth up my leg as his mouth covered myaching breasts. When his fingertips reached my thigh, it made me nervousas I felt his fingers touch my pussy through my matching French lacedknickers. I got moist thinking about what was about to happen. I knew hewould feel how wet I was through the thin material covering my crotch.His fondling sent a shock through my body.I playfully moved his head from my hard nipples and slowly moved myhands past the waistband of his boxers.