My sister. Wearing tattered clothes that still had stains of blood and grime on them. She… and her companions and the escort from our own village th...t accompanied them back from the far side of the plains – they all simply reeked of black smoke, and some kind of death smell. Perhaps it was of burnt flesh. I searched her face, but she seemed to refuse to look at me. Then I felt Lynn’s hands go around my waist. That shocked me. Lynn had never really touched me in public like that – in front of. He was a good kisser and went on French kissing her for a good two minutes. Both grabbed each other and I felt my dong rising up.They parted for a brief moment looking in to each other’s eyes and again delved in to a real passionate kiss with their tongues exploring each other’s mouth. They were groping madly and Vimal ‘s hands were now on her breasts fondling them gently over her black chiffon sari. Though I couldn’t hear it my wife was definitely moaning and Vimal heaving in heat. He lowered. I say as my voice cracks Whats wrong honey need some water? Mom asks getting a nod Tiffany gets me some water then helps me drink it. Slowly baby you been out since yesterday evening. Tiffany says as I slowly drink the water from the cup After I get my mouth moist again I look at all their eyes before I ask. So how bad am I? I ask getting some worried looks Well baby your ribs are broke, one punctured your right lung so your going to have to watch it for a long while, your right eye is swollen. There was no point in being self-conscious, no-one else was, and besides, although there were some people paying attention to the gang-bang most were busy dancing, watching the band or, in the case of those away from the dance-floor and near the bar, not really paying attention. Fuck it, there was no point in just getting horny and wanking over it at home later, not when there were willing sluts to be had! I put out the cigarette and got up, striding confidently past the dancers and approaching.