I am so stupid.The glinting eyes looking back at her growled then, and she nearly laughed. Instead she chortled silently as she placed her bottle down...on the floor. Somehow, last night when she was drunk, she had tossed her phone into her laundry basket, probably to smother under her sweater and make it silent. The constant growling was its low battery warning, she saw as she fished it out and looked at it. "I really am an idiot," she said to the privacy of her bathroom, wondering how many hits. I woke up when I felt tender hands caressing my face and chest. A soft voice calling my name. I opened my eyes to see my Angel dressed in a white saree and trying to wake me up. Her saree pallu had slid a bit, showing her generous cleavage, breasts flesh popping from the top of the blouse.Padma Aunty had a worried look on her face. Seeing me awake said, “Rajesh, the old man is drinking already. He asked me to come to his room. I don’t know what to do. Please come down.”Me: What a nice way to. ..than you better get in your damn birthday suit as fast as lightening, or I'll be forced to rip those rags off your ass...' Shaken, I undid my belt and dropped my pants and started to lift my shirt. Th other two leaped over and help me remove my shirts till I was standing there naked. They slid there hands over my body, each time I batted one away another would probe deeper. They would twist my nipples, yank my penis and probe my anus. I was open;y weeping at this point when I noticed that. I walked down the hallway to the front door and opened it. There was Dennis, all smiles and eagerness. We shook hands and I let him in. He was several inches taller and packing less pounds than myself. His skin was ebony, his smile genuine. He was about a decade younger than myself.We entered the living room and found my wife pouring herself another drink. Her panties were on the floor at the foot of the sofa. She paused at our entrance and sipped at the wine. She flashed her cute smile and.