I thought I had died or something, but I was still breathing. They put some more of the stuff in my nose, and my involuntary breathing reaction sucked...it up into body. Steve said, "That oughtta be enough to keep her down." Then they started in on me.I couldn't even move my eyes, but I could see from my side vision that they had lifted the skirt of my dress up to my waist, and were taking off my pantyhose. I could see them moving my legs to get the stockings off, but I couldn't feel a thing. It. My mind started racing again. It was bad enough that I had seen her naked through the window, worse still I had seen her having sex and now she was showing off her ass to me?I dismissed my thoughts, it must be that I was imagining things. I could temporarily erase my horny feelings but it wasn’t as easy to hide my raging erection. So, I stood behind the sofa with nothing better to do. I could hear my son snoring softly from his room.I said told Anika it’s ok if she wanted to take rest. She. ”After a little more teasing, I was told to go to their room and lie naked on Mom’s bed. I removed my clothes and stretched out on her perfumed bed. A few minutes later, Poonam walked in carrying a bag of wrapping paper and ribbons. She whistled when she saw the size of my cock, even though it wasn’t yet hard. “I have to wrap you up,” she said. “I did this to the other guys and everybody got a big kick out of it.” I was blushing like a little kid as she covered my cock and balls with paper and. A true beauty (could remind you of Norah Jones a little if the angle was just right), she was a very young thirty years old---could easily pass for twenty-two.She sometimes wondered what a real nymphomaniac was and if she might be one.It didn't matter, she just knew that every morning she thought about getting fucked. Every afternoon she thought about getting fucked. Every evening she thought about getting fucked.Sitting in church she thought about getting fuckedShe'd screwed in so many supply.