There were perhaps two hundred swingers at this extravaganza, and mingling among us carrying silver platters laden with food and drink were young nake... women covered in gold glitter and young naked men covered in green body paint. They moved gracefully with such elegance and poise that they were almost dancing. The atmosphere was relaxed and only mildly flirtatious, but there were certainly lots of attractive people of all ages making themselves known to others. I hadn’t personally noticed. Nisha also didn’t care about the guardians’ decision and she mixes with me as she mixed earlier.One day, few days before of the Eid festival, Nisha’s mom was washing all the clothes and she also washed Nisha’s all dresses. So Nisha had to wear her mom’s petticoat and blouse. Nisha was about 4’-6” high and slim figured, she was then just like a ripe pomegranate. Her cheeks always looked like she was blushed always. Her breast’s size was about 28+. Nisha was sitting on the bed, there were some. Well. Yes, of course.” Lionel responded. “Shall I book...”“No, don’t.” Allison had no intention of getting sat down for a long lunch. She was keen to have somewhere that, if all went badly, they could go their separate ways without having to stare at each other over an unwanted desert course. “Be outside at two o’clock if that fits with your appointments.” Lionel nodded, compliantly. “And then follow me.”Lionel looked puzzled for a moment and then seemed to shrug off any doubts he may have had.. . or to be as young and attractive as she was. She was tall, leggy and blonde in her mid to late twenties. She was a little too thin for my taste and her complexion was a bit too palid, even for Brit. There were dark circles under both eyes as if she had either not been sleeping well lately or had been a bit under the weather. Still, there was nothing at all wrong with her that a little proper maintenance couldn't fix.Upon greeting her I was immediately horrified to learn that she had travelled.