Now it was Mira’s turn. She got out of her bed, walked forward and started to do her line but joy of joys she once again managed to knock it over. ...he swore and looked at us guiltily. We were practically drooling knowing we were about to see her tits.“no I won’t it’s too weird” exclaimed Mira to my dismay. I jumped down, standing naked in front of her and grabbed her wrists as though I was just trying to get my point across, Petr and I had planned for this, and stared straight into her eyes.. That’s why she held the reception party in our hometown.On the day of the event, I advised my husband that he should masturbate a few times before attending the reception. The poor fellow didn’t understand the reason and kept cuddling me for sex. But I didn’t allow him to ruin my mood and makeup. We reached the reception venue, congratulated the bride and groom, wished them a happy married life and took our seats. I saw Shambhu fidgeting with his legs, so I began to tease him. Just as I thought I had managed to get past, I felt a hand pinch my backside and another try to grab my crutch area. I was helpless as the space prevented me from going further without dropping the things I was carrying. Even more disconcerting was the comments, like looks like we have a nice juicy butt to play with here and bet you're a randy little fucker when your hard. I tried to ignore the comments, until Rachel said "tell you what, give us a kiss on the cheek and I will let you pass!"I. How long it lasted, I have no idea, only that we broke it off gasping for air and giggling, both of us a little nervous by what was to come. Taking her hand in mind, we left the bed behind, moving into the bathroom like one creature. I became frantic, then, and I think it began to wash off on her. Pushing her against the bathroom counter, we kissed again, her arms wrapped tightly around me, my small hands roaming over her breasts, twisting her nipples as I secretly delighted in her.