The other fellow also got a towel and started wiping my wet body. So there were 2 persons who were attracted to me and I was feeling like a queen.Whil... wiping my body, he put the towel on my neck, slowly moved down the navel and squeezed my boobs. I said” what are you doing” Notthing bhabi – actually your clothes are also wet. saying this – he removed my pallu and started removing the saree from my petticoat also. Suddenly the other fellow who was drying my hairs with towel started opening the. I kissed Brigitte and tasted myself on her lips and tongue, although she didn’t squirt any of it into my own mouth, though I wouldn’t have been afraid if she had.As Brigitte stepped away from me, she pulled her dress away from the front and dipped her head. I watched as the remnants of my spunk dripped from her mouth, and onto her cleavage. Brigitte then cupped both her breasts and rubbed them together, smiling profusely.It was a dirty act to see, but I loved her for doing it. Brigitte smiled. It burned with powerful happiness as it flowed into my bowels. Stan similarly drove in again and I could feel his seed filling my womb. And with that sensation, the dam broke. I wailed with pleasure, laughing and crying as a final orgasm washed over me. This time, consciousness completely left me. I awoke on my side. A blanket was under me and my head was on Brett’s leg. Stan held me from behind. I didn’t know how long we had been there or if they were asleep. It didn’t take long to find out. Even though I was rolling I could feel pussy getting wet. Eventually he said we should take a break from the dancing and head to the bleachers. I, thinking that we were just going to make out, eagerly went along. We went to a dark corner of the bleachers, out of sight from most people's view. He smacked my ass as I was about to sit down and I giggled. As soon as my ass had hit the bleachers, he started gradually pulling down his shorts, revealing inch after inch of his massive swollen cock..