Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit myself into the ...hin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ˜Should I have retained my wet saree?? while my hands. Turning on the flashlight, I could see that Jon was right. He had a raging woody. I reached over and unzipped his fly, and managed to release his dick for the bondage of his boxers. It was as hard as I had ever remembered him being. Kneeling on the floor between his legs, I was both a bit relieved and secretly disappointed that the tablecloth went all the way to the floor. It would have been very sexy if the other diners could see some part of me under the table. I grabbed Jon’s cock and ran. I dropped my underwear down to the knees and sat on the ground. I sat there near about 30 minutes but no one came. The temperature was growing high. As my ass was open towards the sun my ass was burning in the heat.Then I groaned and farted loudly in anger for no one was coming. But after 5 minutes I felt that someone had hit a very forceful slap on my right buttock chick. The slap was very hard and painful that I began urinating on the spot. But I liked that pain I didn’t say anything I just. Marry looked down, and she saw that Jack’s cock was hard again. She wanted this cock in her pussy, she needed to get fucked hard, but would it be right to have sex with Jack? Marry thought so, but she couldn’t control herself. Marry moved back to her bed. She lay down on her back, and took off her panties. “Take off your t-shirt, Jack,” Marry said. Jack took off his t-shirt, and waited for Marry’s next instruction. There was no love between these them, it was just Marry’s need and Jack’s sexual.