Aren wore a miniskirt-length hem black dress with a plunging neckline andblack lace sleeves. She was wearing black high-heeled pumps which thereal Are...'s memories allowed her to comfortably wear and walk around in.Her blond hair was styled in an attractive side plait with some darkeyeshadow and ruby red lips.Grace was in a black pantsuit, with a white top underneath which showedoff plenty of skin. High-heeled boots which reached up to her ankles.They were black with a dark heel and a scarlet. Cassie ran her tongue from the base to the tip, brushing it softly over the head making him arch his back and groan loudly. Cassie felt her pussy grow wet at the sound of Max's moans. He tugged forcefully at her tight black curls, sending tingling pleasures through out her body. Her fear had been replaced with a craving lust, the dominating tone in his voice only spurred her on further. "Mmmmm yeahh... lick it like that" he groaned roughly Cassie did as she was told and ran her tongue from base. Mrs. Banerjee hugged me tight and i began to lick her neck, her ears and her face. “oooh ma oooooh Arun” Mrs Banerjee sighed. I then turned her around and hugged her. I could feel her oily hair against me. Coconut oil was all over me. I caressed her breasts while my face was deeply immersed in her beautiful hair.I began to slowly touch her cunt area form over the sari. She was now mad with lust and was carressing my cock. “Arun come into the bedroom” Mrs. Banerjee beckoned. “Oh Miss, I love. One after the other Glen Austin and Jack waltzed by with their partners giving him the high sign and offering their congratulations to Mick and Ronnie. As he had predicted Lesley was swamped by dance partners the young local men mooning over her pearly white skin and blonde beauty. Early in the evening Glen slumped down beside John. ‘I need some advice,’ he moaned as he stared at Pansy across the room. ‘I’m not very good at this. I have never wanted a woman like I want her. She is half my age.