Wendy usually kept her house neat as a pin, but now there was perfect chaos as far as the eye could see. Her white carpets were stained a deep brown i... several places. Two empty Hershey's syrup bottles next to the overturned love seat seemed to explain that. I saw a pair of panties that looked like it lost a fight with a paper shredder, two slimy, glass, soda bottles, an electric toothbrush, and a flashlight. The kitchen was even worse. Raw eggs, maple syrup, milk, honey, and soda plastered. I was helped to my feetagain. Hands fondled my knickers. It felt as if several hands wereinvolved. My cock was very hard now. Almost ready to cum. My knickerswere pulled down. Moments later my own cock was being milked by whatseemed to me to be practised hands. Hands determined to extract all I hadin me. Then I was handed a glass. "Here you are, Sissy," said a voice."More sissy juice to drink." As I drank and then licked the glass myknickers were pulled back up, my shrivelled cock being tucked. They did not know each other, obviously wanted to know. Neha being a girl was unlikely to initiate. Amit could not initiate as he was attending the party just for formality sake as his relation with the groom and groom’s family were not very sweet. Neha was a slender bodied girl, with dusky looks much like Chitrangadha Singh (Desi boyz actress) whereas Amit was smart looking healthy guy.Both were given job of photography as small budget party did not have photographer. Amit made every attempt. “On the count of three?”Jane didn't wait. She opened the robe and let it fall from her shoulders. Her young A/B cup breasts stood proud against her chest. Her nipples were hard and pointed. Mark stared in fascination. “Your turn.”Mark flipped his towel open. His erection stood a good five inches or more. The head of his cock was darkened with excitement.“Cool.” they said in unison. They both giggled nervously.“What now?” Mark asked.“I don't know.”“My god you two are lame,” I said swiveling my.