Youmust have had some fond memories. Do tell." I..." I started to say and then I started crying."Oh my, I am so sorry. I should not have done this. ...Forgive me."Margaret gave me a hug and let me cry for a few moments, then I gainedmy composure."No, forgive me Margaret for not being honest with you. I should havetold you long ago," I then told her the whole story of the social. Myplaying splendidly, my dance with the young soldier, everything. Then Itold her the truth about. Monica always liked to dress seductively. But she went a step ahead as all she wore was a huge black t-shirt.Maneesha could see her bra straps every now and then. She didn’t care to wear any shorts or a skirt. The shirt, though, was long enough to cover her white thong. Maneesha could see a bit of her big ass every time she walked. But it was not just their clothes that troubled Maneesha.Her own dress, too, was making her feel uncomfortable. Maneesha had worn a sleeveless yellow nightgown. The. Another cock presented itself to her mouth, and she lapped at the smooth flesh, her tongue searching, exploring as the cock in her arse drove high inside her. Virginia felt the rush as a warm flood invaded her arse and knew the cock had deposited its sticky load deep in her body, the final thrusts of its owner confirming this before it was withdrawn, leaving her feeling empty. The cock in her mouth continued to plunge deep into her throat, bringing her to the point of gagging, then withdrawing. Aunty retired with an expectancy of sex, and so prepared herself, but finished up falling asleep as my uncle drank into the small hours with his friends.In the end he was carried up to the bridal chamber, and carried inside by all four of his mates, who undressed him and put him to bed, their eyes feasting on the sleeping and very naked aunty, awaiting her nuptials.Each man took his turn with her, and aunty accepted each man in turn, her zealous and deprived pussy, not to mention her other.