Laying back and basquing in my sexual contentment, the Cameraman began taking post orgasmic photos. My hair was dishevelled and my make up smeared. Co...e was oozing from my pussy as my labia and clitoris pulsated from the sexual attention. My pierced nipples were proud and erect on top of my heaving bosom as sweat gathered in the creases of my cleavage. Still panting from my exertions, my lips were swollen and slightly parted. Running my tongue slowly across my teeth I stretched my arm over my. One holding the drink and smoke...Her mother turned and looked away for a moment. Not looking at Cynthia,she spoke."Do you remember after your father died... and you were away working onyour masters and PHD those 3 years...?"Cynthia remembered the car crash, the funeral, and her mother insistingthat life goes one and supporting her in her quest for her doctorate."Yes mum...I remember," she said."Well... I never told you this... but Daniel is not your 'first' stepfather..."Cynthia looked at her. Carefully he lifted my Chutad and spread my legs slowly apart. He began to slide his figures… gently caressing my thighs as he moved it higher. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. As he leaned in to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “Dance floor ke action ke baad tum aur bhi sexy lag rahi ho.”He slowly moved his mouth over me just barely touching lips to mine never taking his eyes away from me. “Sach!” I whispered. He carefully reached his hand between my legs and began to massage. About another twenty minutes later was when quite a few more people started to show up. In the end, we were nearing thirty people at the party and there was a lot of stuff that was going on. There was the main sofa area with a TV and some guys, including my other friend and Jonathan's roommate, Alexi, playing some video games and talking loudly as they got "angry" at the other for being cheap. Some other guys were watching, probably waiting to have their turn. The girls mostly stuck to.