Unlike the last one of these dances I attended, clothes didn’t go flying off, and people started dance-fucking. When the third song started, I saw o...e of the girls Bambi said wouldn’t drop her panties. A guy had his mouth on her pussy as she moved her hips around to the music. It wasn’t long before I saw almost all the women had that going on. A few got theirs, with some pulling their panties back on. I saw only two guys that had an issue with that and got kicked in the balls.The other guys. Let me wear them and see for myself," Komal said in a broken voice and walked away into the bedroom.When she re-entered, she was wearing a newly stitched blouse which would have made even the most daring girl uneasy. Her saree was now rolling and dragging along the floor and she had left her shapely breasts completely uncovered. Her eyes no longer gave the looks of a sober and reserved woman but that of one who was almost seeking adulation from a man."I think you have stitched it very nicely. We both gulped 2 peg of vodka each by sitting in our drawing room sofa set. I switched on the music channels. Vodka had started its effect on us after couple of minutes; she was on her high and blushing like she had accomplished something she always wanted to do. We both were watching tv and i was switching all music channels one by one. She was sitting beside me. While talking she was touching my hands accidentally and sometime she was pinching on my thighs to prove her points of discussion. She had gone through a variety of emotions, everything from anger to anxiousness—everything in between. However, Jen knew John was right, this was her fantasy, and every single minute detail had been planned for her pleasure. John gingerly held Jen’s hand as they entered the open room. The music was loud, but not annoyingly so. Soft lights cast a sensual glow over everything, and everyone. To the left was a small dance floor, bodies gyrating to the electric beat. The room seemed to have.