As I got close to her I could smell her excitement and that further excited me. I reached my hand under her gown and grabbed her pussy from behind. Sh... jumped from surprise but the man in front of her held her head tighter and continued thrusting away. My wife was trying to get away from his grasp and the hand that was now massaging the wet crotch of her purple satin bikini sting panties.I leaned up and stuck my tongue in her ear and whispered, "Go with it honey, you have fantasized about a. Taking that as my cue I began to kiss her as I pressed my naked body against hers. Both of our hands were rubbing up and down each other. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the men were already stroking their hardening cocks.Chelsea and I writhed around on the floor, our moans filling the large hall. I could feel the eyes on me and knowing that in only a few minutes I was going to be covered in cum was enough to push me over the edge. Chelsea's tongue felt so good as she let it dance. The moment she came out of the room after her dressing with the dress changed my opinion. She was looking like a barbie Doll in that dress. Dress is none other than SAREE. Whatever dress they were but the romantic feel given by the SAREE cannot be given by any other modern dress. On seeing her in the SAREE my point of view got changed and was in confusion to take the relationship to the new level or not.During the party she was observed by all the people present in the party including females. What perverted mind would be bold enough to draw such a thing? A horrible type of anger and sadness took over her, but she could not look away from the picture either. The artist had depicted Mary lying back in what looked like a seat of clouds, wearing her blue cape, her white gown, and of course, her white veil. As she lay there, her legs lifted by one hand towards the side, exposing her underwear, the Virgin Mary smiled affably, as if blessing whoever saw the image. Marcella combed her.