We both got out of bed and I went to my room and we brushed and washed and showered elaborately. When I came to the kitchen, I saw mom was fresh as a ...aisy, she had shampooed her hair and fragrant. She was wearing a white cotton saree with crimson flower patterns, and a crimson blouse. She was wearing light gold jewellery, in addition to her mangalsutra on a gold chain around her neck. Her saree was worn slightly low hip so that it just hid her navel. She looked like an angel and knowing that. I bopped to the music still holding a bottle of water like a life raft but at least I was loosening up a bit. I was so thankful for the water. It was the only thing staving off my hunger that I had been trying to ignore all day. I hugged the wall of the loft while more people flooded into the main room. Time slipped away by becoming mesmerized by the dancing style. Gyrating chests and hips made them look like tribal warriors ready to go to war or mate – I couldn’t figure out which. Others. Yes! I told her "It's fuckin' huge, just like a dirty... stiff... little....prick!" and it was!. "Wank it!.... wank it like a prick, MAKE me cum" she said. I gently pinched the swollen mass of tissue and began tugging on it. "Being wanked is the best feeling in the world, isn't it?" I said "Yesss!, YES! it is" she said, "Nothing else matters as much right now, does it?... DOES IT?" I said, "No!....it doesn't....nothing...else... matters". I stopped tugging and rolled back her clit hood with my. Her ass and cunt were exposed to the two men who were watching while wanking their cocks. As she sucked on my cock, they approached CJ and started touching, groping her exposed cunt and arse. CJ never seemd to mind. I leant over her to touch her cunt as she sucked on my cock, I could feel the other mens fingers rubbing and probing her cunt. CJ’s arse was slowly gyrating as she obviously enjoyed the attention. Her juices were dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I spun her around to.