As per the plan, I jumped the short front gate and entered the main door, which was kept open by Nandini.My heart was racing fast, scared and excited ...sneaking sex). I climbed the steps in the hall noiselessly to the first floor. I walked to the second room on the first floor and peeked through gaps in the window blinds.In the dimly lit room, I witnessed Nandini, who was lying down wearing only a panty. She had a laptop over her tummy. Her hips were swaying with a hand inside her panty. The. ”“It’s so good,” moaned Kora.“I bet you can’t wait to lick the princess’s real pussy,” moaned the lamia, pinching her nipples, her body squirming more. Her tail swished back and forth as she purred in delight.“I can’t,” groaned Kora.“Me, either,” I purred between licks, feeling hot juices staining my stony face. “I want to taste you. I imagine you taste amazing.”“So amazing,” groaned Sven, his hands tightening on my breasts, his strokes picking up their pace. Heavy balls, full of cum, thwacked. No bra underneath. Modesty wasen’t a factor for her. As she disappered into the crowd, I looked around at the partygoers. Sitting adjacent to me were to lovely blondes that were sitting on each other’s lap. The one on the bottom was hissing nasty talk at the other shoulder-length haired beauty. One looked to be Gwyneth Paltrow and the other could have been Uma Thurman. I was trying to read lips. This is what I interpreted: ‘Grab my jugs, whore.’ What I thought I read next shocked me. ‘Fuck my. Saturday evening Christine went out with her two friends and they got home at around 11pm. I stayed home and watched some television in my boxers and a t-shirt. When they arrived I was lounging on my bed. Christine brought both girls upstairs. Dad, she said, you know Jenny. This is Stacy. Stacy, this is my Dad. Stacy shyly smiled and waved. She was about the same height as my daughter, with curly red hair, a long, narrow waist, slim hips, and tits the size of tennis balls. The three of them.