His manner and appearance spoke to me; plus, having already consumed a glass of their spiked punch, I was more approachable and responsive. I had foun... alcohol and weed to be partial cures for my shyness.We danced and drank as we moved to the music. I was my usual self, trying to be friendly, talking when spoken to, smiling and laughing at his jokes, enjoying him slyly admiring both my boobs as they joggled around, nipples hard more often than not, and my mini-skirt covered legs as they. The hot water felt so good against the bruised, aching skin of my pussy and ass. I soaked under those bubbles for nearly an hour until the water turned stone cold. I ate a quick snack in my kitchen. I’d worked up an appetite, but I didn’t want to ruin my lunch. I giggled to myself because I felt like a little kid promising not to eat too many cookies. I got dressed in my favorite clothes. The jeans were form fitting but not trashy, and the white peasant blouse was light and airy. I added some. Main uske niche baith gaya jab main niche baitha to maine dekha uski utari hui panty aage se gili hai kyunki uski choot ka maal maine jab maalish kit hi to excitement ki vajah se nikala hoga aur saayad ab bhi vo mere behave se aisa hi feel kar rahi hai. Ab maine usse apne kandhe par haath rakhne ko bola usne apna haath mere kandhe par rakh diya aur apana left pair thoda Upar kar liya taki main uski panty ko usmen pahina sakoon maine uski panty ko jaise hi uske pair main fasaya uski skirt thodi. It was clear that I was not supposed to watch so I sat outside the door and listened. Almost as soon as I got outside the door I could hear him groaning words of approval to indicate that he was thoroughly enjoying my wife's ability to suck him off. When I listened closely I could hear slurping noises from her tongue and the occasional "God that feels so good." At some point she stopped because I started to hear moaning from her as it became clear that they were now fucking. This slowly built.