‘Technically five assuming around three hundred guests initially,’ he said. ‘But it shouldn’t be much of a problem to hold a congratulations-o...-getting-married, welcome-back-from-the-honeymoon celebration for fifteen hundred people. ‘All kinds of organizations and conferences have large banquets where people choose to sit together because of some affinity resulting from or independent of the overall meaning of the gathering. ‘Here it seems the vast majority of those being invited are not. She then began unbuttoning her dress and heading for my bedroom. As she walked past me, she asked, "Are you ready?"I reached out, took her hand, and redirected her toward my couch. Her hand was trembling. I replied, "I am, but I don't think you are." She gave me a puzzled look, which slowly turned a small smile.Sitting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders.As she sipped her drink, and we again made small talk. I wanted to help her relax. After a while I. I was almost shivering and biting my lower lips to hide my excitement and also felt that i was completely wet inside my pussy. Vivek came in and said “bhabiji apki doodh ki pot dijiye”(give your milk pot madam). Then in no time he came at the back of me and cupped my both blouse covered boobs heavily with his hands. My anchal fail down from my shoulder. I told him with very feeble resistance “are ye keya kar rahe ho, ye thik nehi hay”(what are you doing, it is not right). But the milkman goes. . I really mean it, I... Oh Jesus, yuk...” In reaching across to hug me he had put his forearm right across my belly where it got covered in his warm, sticky semen. He reacted as if he had been burned by the gooey stuff and we both burst out laughing - excessively as if delighted to have an excuse to break the tension. As a release, the laughter worked and we turned and hugged again tightly, our bellies pressed together, kissing happily. The pool of goo spread over both our tummies but we.