It begins to slow, I can feel myself clutching the toy, throbbing hard around it. Charlotte leans forward, coming around to caress my breasts, kissing...on my back. When we fall into a heap, our legs are tangled into each other, we giggle and kiss one another. The buzz of the alcohol is still there, the tiredness of the day is there, the high of the orgasms are there, I feel so wonderfully high. She leans in, kissing me, purring lightly, clearly happy as I am. We slowly drift into sleep, soaked. After the new guy unleashed a huge river of sperm into my cunthole, his dick slid out and it was still rock hard. His cum poured out of me. He was coated in sweat and finally it seemed to dawn on him that he'd been invited to this party and now had a seat on the regular line of men who injected me with sperm once a week. I had sex with the other guys and with my man, and then "new guy" did me again about an hour later. At dawn, I was on under one of the guys sucking his balls and teasing his. I search for about 15 minutes before finally spotting her. She was in a music store listening to a cd. I wait outside watching her sway in time to the music, her short plaid skirt hugging her little ass. As she turns around, I notice her breasts straining against her white blouse. As she leaves the store, I “happen” to bump into her.“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”“That’s ok sir, I wasn’t watching either.”“You’re a pretty little thing. I see you just came out of the music shop. Did. Please do not stop now. I wanted to kiss you. She replied…. Do not do now. At any time Aaditya might come.I replied….. No, he will not come. He will come after completion of party. Please allow me to love you.She replied…. Okay but you will not proceed once he came back.I agreed upon this and started kissing her soft neck. That time she was in typical Indian attire Nighty. In India usually women wear nighty over blouse so that they can feel safe and it also keeps their tits well in shape and.