The bra is black, stark against her skin in the pearly moonlight, and brocaded with intertwined leaves and flowers. I feel the smoothness and roughnes... of the fabric with my cheek, my lips, my tongue. Sinking to my knees, I playfully nibble my way down her stomach and flick my tongue around and into her belly button. The scent of her pussy reaches me now, and I bury my face in the vee of her legs. I can feel her heat on my face, her hands running through my hair, grasping the back of my head.. It was all simply recycled from party to party, withoutregard to the need for refrigeration.But then something felt different, as though the room were starting to spinwithout him moving. He heard quiet rustling sounds close to his ears, andsaw the room becoming larger.It wasn't spoiled food, he realized, it was worse, much worse. Someone hadslipped hallucinogens into the fritatta! It was a brilliant plan; only someLong Island outsider would eat from the food table, and who really cared. I thought he must be her father but when I asked my mom, I was told that he is her husband. I got the shock of my life.Day by day I became close with their couple and would visit their room at night and had chat with her husband. I also came to know that he is 51 year old and his wife 21 year old. There was gap of 30 years between the husband and wife.My eyes were fixed on his wife whenever I visited them. She used to wear saree but when she bent down I could see her cleavage. I used to. But there are going to be a lot of discussions before it became a yes.We sat down to dinner. It turns out dad knows Ty's dad pretty well. When they moved to town Ty's dad was invited to the poker game dad and a bunch of his friends have about once a month.The conversation was almost normal for a while as my family got better acquainted with Ty. After we ate, the twins cleaned up the kitchen while we took mom and dad out to take a closer look at Ty's bike. Mom seemed very skeptical. Dad was.