I smiled at her, strawberry-blonde pigtails dancing about it her face. Her small breasts quivered as she took every inch of me.“I love your big bana...a!” she squealed. “Your huge futa-banana! Yes, yes, we're making a banana sundae!”“Yes, we are!” I groaned as she slid back up me. Her cunt gripped me. Held me tight. She swiveled her hips, stirring my cock from side to side. The pleasure rippled down from the tip. Then she slammed back down me, abject joy bursting across her face.“She's so sexy. I put my hand between my legs and rubbed, my pussy was already so moist my fingers slipped easily along my vaginal lips as I rubbed faster and faster, easing my fingers inside myself, feeling my clit, wow what an orgasm I am having and I know I’m making a bit of noise I just hope Jaden doesn’t hear, just a few more seconds and I am going to come … Yes … Yesss... Yesssss …, wow this is so great … what the … The bedclothes were pulled off the bed quickly and I opened my eyes, she froze with my. Arts Alive was a small charity that promoted art for social change. Uli was always going to these kinds of events. She had turned networking into an art form, and she thrived on the attention that it brought. The truth was that it was a win-win for everyone. Uli leveraged the attention that she got to shine light on the work the charity was doing. She needed a ‘date’ for tonight’s event because hers had backed out at the last minute. It was just like old times, Helena would be playing the role. She was also being handed shot glasses regularly and coaxed into downing them. The other wives were also being felt up liberally, but Swati seemed to be the target. When I’d wake up, I’d keep my eyes partially closed to give the impression I was passed out, but kept watching with increasing fascination and arousal as my colleagues kept taking liberties with my wife. The men would look in my direction, make sure I was sleeping, and then go in for another feel or grope. I had always had fantasies.