I am 5'10" in height. As I entered the community area, where tents were setup for holi colors, food, drinks etc, I heard music. Under the lights in fr...nt of the tents, there were some groups of people dancing to a hindi song. There were kids (mostly Indian, some white), there were women and men on the sides, talking with beer in their hand. Some women looked a bit buzzed as well. I couldn't recognize their faces with the colors on. I said 'hello' to the organizers and dropped in a dish, that I. To my surprise she had also lifter her nighty till her thighs. The feeling my thighs and her thighs meeting was awesome. She said ‘can you give me a tight hug as we have not hugged for a long time. Next second I was hugging her tightly but it was not enough for her. She put her hands on my ass and presses it hard so that my tool got hit on her crotch area. She was not wearing her panties. She kissed me on my lips which made me to push my dick in and out. She sensed my feeling and put her hands. Tarun like a cat walked behind her and pressed against her back. He gently kissed Savita’s neck.“Did anyone see you?” Savita moaned as she asked.“Your uncle fell asleep reliving his cricket glories” Tarun whispered.Savita’s towel slithered down as he showered her with kisses from her neck to lower back.Moving around, he gently nibbled at her nipples and bit them. As Savita reciprocated with moans, he pushed her to the bed. Savita spread her legs apart, inviting him in. Tarun quickly undid his. I wondered about that from time to time. It was never a topic we discussed after. I found a bottle of red and opened the windows to the noise of the outside streets. There was a white noise effect about them, and they were far enough away from where we were seated that they did not provide a barrier. It was in fact like dining outside, something we had done often. She perused the shelves, something you might expect when in the home of a museum director, looked at the photos, most of them my own.