"Do you want it to continue?" I'm too far gone, all I can do is whisper "Yes, Yes". You stroke my cheek softly, telling me "What you are feeling is in...redible. I know that you want it. Let it happen. It does not matter what is happening, just that you feel pleasure from it, is that not true?" I'm having trouble sorting out all the sensations; it takes a moment for me to process your words. "Sir, yes, it's true, and I do not want it to stop". "Good", you reply. "Then I will describe for you what. I inserted my hand in her kurta and rubbing her stomach with complete palms. Even then she did not responded, now I had the green light. I moved my hands up towards her boobs. Fondled her boobs outside the bra, then slipped my hands in her bra and started massaging them. She placed her hand on my cock and started stroking me over my tracks. I moved her inside my pajama, and she opened the strings of her salwar and I slipped my other hand in her panties and started fingering. Few minutes the. I stood in the hallway for a second, trying to absorb what I just saw.The mushrooms made everything so hazy. But intensified and expanded my emotions as if they were a beam of light passing through a prism.The feeling of looming doom, horrified shock mixed with agonizing jealously and embarrassment, combined with a desire to KNOW. And underneath it all a strange sense of excitement.I opened the door to my bedroom and walked in.She was lying fast asleep on my bed.Her hair was messy and her jeans. Now Yesenia comes to her with yet another guy in tow.She breaks away from the dude. “Hold on a second. I need to talk to my girl.” She takes the seat next to Zaria. “What the fuck? Why are you sitting here with all these guys just looking to rock your world?” When Zaria doesn’t answers, she just continues. “I’ve already given two blowjobs tonight.” She pauses to look over her shoulder to her lover-to-be, smiles and wiggles her fingers in a wave at him.“Yes, I saw that,” Zaria finally.