FIL was full into my boob, I was getting wet sec by sec. Thank god I wore a panty. After boys had there fun with the upper part, stepdad was licking m... hips and bellybutton which only aroused more. While FIL was undoing my pleats, slowly removed my saree, pulled up the petticoat and started kissing my thighs, that amount of love was driving me mad.Seeing my wet panty, FIL said, “Looks like your beti, is having the best day of her life” and removed it. While still having the petticoat on he. So she requested my mother to send me along with them on Friday so that she can come back along with me. Mother agreed and I was also getting bored sitting in home for so many days. On Friday morning they came to pick me up in their Scorpio and we started to the hostel first to drop her son. We reached Trivandrum by afternoon had lunch and dropped him in the hostel. After that we went to the airport his flight was scheduled at 6 pm but was delayed by 4 hrs. So uncle told us to stay in his. We arrived there about 7pm and went to our room. It was a pretty big room with a double bed. I was nervous about actually sleeping in the same bed as him, I was so used to going to my own bed after we made love. Once the cases were down and we were settling in to the surroundings and making sure things worked. Mark and I went out for a few drinks and something to eat, coming back at almost 10:30. Once inside our apartment we spoke about being able to be a real couple for a while, something that. It was a kind of semi-formal event, where the guests were expected to wear something nice. This is where the main portion of the story continues:It was at the event that I lost control, as any man may agree with. By "losing control," what I actually mean to say is that my own physiology got the best of me. You see, there was this particular performer that was on stage; a young woman, blonde, college-age, wearing a skin-tight, black dress with delicate white sparkles that perfectly complimented.