Slowly I moved my hands over her stomach it was soft so I shifted downwards and licked her navel. The groans became louder. Opening her saree I slid m... hand over her hairy puss. It was wet and she gave a loud moan. I slid one finger between her puss lips and tickled her clit. That seemed to open her up and she spread her legs. Sliding downward I reached her puss and kissed her puss lips. The kiss made her open her legs wide at the same time bending her knees. That gave me an opportunity to lick. When I arrived on Saturday, his eyes were already blazing. "How do you feel?" he asked me before he touched me. "Sore." He laughed. "Not yet, you don't." I was in casual clothes but he didn't even bother to get dressed. He stood up and his robe fell open. He was only semi-erect. "Do you want me to blow you?" Somehow, he hadn't asked me to do it that the day before. My touch had been enough. His blazing eyes found another heat level. Again, I felt that heady rush of power at the desire he. A quick glance at my chest revealed what I already knew. Even seated it was obvious that I was braless. Steven was concentrating on sipping his soup, but the guy at the other end of the table was staring right at my tits. His girlfriend (I assume she was) was laughing over something with one of the other girls. I gave him a devilish smile and turned to my wine. As I sipped, I straightened up allowing my already hard nipples to press against the fabric. I had to turn so the guy wouldn’t. Guests seemed to be divided into pairs or small groups. Some of the people were fondling each other, female to female, male to female and male to male, females to several males, some were masturbating and others were just watching, occasionally one or two of the dressed guests would strip naked and join a group, to the delight of the other watchers. Some couples were copulating at the farthest end of the hall. There were men and women in every alcove, there were couples and groups there as.