This dress clung to her like a second skin, and I knew without being told that her high heels were the only other things she was wearing tonight."What...s going on? Why'd you ask me to meet you here before dinner." she asked coming over to the blanket I had spread in the empty room."Well we had such a great time when we were last here." I said and handed her a glass of Champagne. Abby likes to go looking at old New Orleans homes. She gets so excited telling me how she would decorate them to. Kathleen continued stroking her bum though, arm trapped between Beth’s legs. Beth didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen’s arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark. Beth couldn’t wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself. Finally, squeezing them together and somehow managing to suck both nipples simultaneously. Then with a soft whimper, she released her breasts and rose and shimmied her way up until her cunt was hovering mere inches from my face.It was my turn to gasp, for I had never seen her mound get so puffy and full -- so darkly flushed, during her earlier excitements. Then too, I had never before been afforded such a prime view as this one. The earlier times the lighting and angles had been poor, but this. In night when he rode on me, I switched off the light and swapped myself with Alia. Farhan fucked her and said, “Zeba, your cunt become so tight today.” Alia was never take part in anal sex. But Farhan used to change whole while fucking me. When he inserted his cock in Alia’s asshole, she cried, “Mar Gayi Main Toh!! Leave me jiju.” I switched on the lights. Farhan shouted on her, “WTF!! Alia, what are you doing on your khala’s bed??” Alia replied, “Hiiii! Jiju pehle meri gand se apna lund toh.