One of them had the blond hair I saw and an other one seemed to be Asian, although maybe I was being racist. Once I sat on my chair it was lifted high...up in the air. It was quite wobbly. We had to wait for a little while but eventually the procession began. People were cheering us on, they were throwing flower petals and rice, there was music playing. I felt weird, like my head and limps were tingling somehow. There was so much noise and everybody was so happy. Except for one lady, she. “ Ah Milla , sayang kamu tepat waktu , “ kata pak Solihin, sambil melihat jam tangannya .Lalu pak Solihin , duduk di sofa . Milla masih berdiri , terpaku . Dia menunggu dan menebak kira kira apa perintah gurunya .“ Milla , kamu boleh pilih , mau aku entot , apa kulum ******Ku sampai aku keluar..” kata gurunya . Milla diam dan menjawab pelan “ saya kulum punya bapak saja..” .“ Ok , tapi kamu buka rok kamu yah , saya mau lihat celana dalam kamu..” kata pak Solihin lagi . Milla membuka roknya . “. .. SHHH. She heard the moans in the kitchen too. We tip toed over to the door way, not standing on the steps that lead up to the kitchen, and peaked in ... it was Peter moaning erotically. It seemed like he was getting a blow job from one of his girlfriends, we could not see who it was. He was standing in front of the stove, his head was thrown back and his hands were holding the edge behind him. The counter was blocking the rest of the view. He was trying to keep his moans from being heard, he. "Drink!" Her voice was husky with passion, and I obediently knelt in front of her and lapped and licked and sucked and nibbled and kissed and poked, with tongue and finger, at those slithery, slippery wet, wine soaked lips. She sank onto the carpet alongside me, and poured the last of the wine on to my plunger, which was then engulfed by her ravenous mouth.We embarked on a soixante neuf of a wine tasting session, which lasted until we both dissolved in a tumultuous climax, with wine, sweat,.