Was I becoming less straight because I was leaning to be more accepting of being fucked by a man, and even starting to enjoy little parts of it? Surel... these were just defensive mechanism I had developed to deal with the experience? My mind was getting a bit cloudy on the topic. I was finding it a bit harder every week to think clearly. Soon I wasn’t even protesting anymore if he didn’t just let me suck his cock in my way, but instead face fucked me aggressively, or if anal sex with me wasn’t. I said, yeah sure. Just command me.Then she said, what are you waiting for, just fuck me right here, right now. I said, what ? She said, fuck me you idiot. All this while I was hugging her from the back. She turned around, pulled my head and put her tongue in to my mouth. I eagerly took her tongue and tasted it. We both were hungrily kissing. My hands were exploring her body. I started squeezing her right breast, then left breast through her saree pallu itself. My hands went to her ass too. So. The dance floor was crowded, and the techno-pop music was loud. I led them to a spot near where I saw Paul and Jen and we started to dance.Initially, it started with us dancing with the three of them on one side and me in front. Ok. It was actually me dancing and them just swaying and watching. I was very aware that my dancing was making my top flail around openly and that they, as well as everyone else on the dance floor, could see all of me. After one excited move, the strap on my right. Then he twisted her back around, facing him again, and with his right hand, motioned her to mount him.Suddenly Na remembered something imperative that Pear had told her. Something she wished she’d understood better earlier in life.“Condom?” Na asked, grabbing ahold of Haruki’s cock, stroking it gently... Haruki smiled, pointed to a nearby coffee table with a drawer underneath it.Na reached into the drawer and saw it filled to the brim with Japanese brand condoms.Taking one out, she ripped open.