I sit at the table with all my friends sitting on a lap, and notice the mens hands on their naked flesh immediately above the stockings top, their fin...ers caressing the tightly drawn 'Camel Toe', and the owners squirming on his erection.I smile, they all want to fuck, I suggest we rent a room and have an orgy, but some chicken-out, they're married and they just want a bit of harmless fun, so we just laugh-off the suggestion and continue grinding down and trying to sneak a secretive orgasm.It's. It was all grabbing and rubbing and kissing and biting. We needed each other more than anything else. He would throw me on his bed at this point and rip off my thong. He would slowly kiss me from a long, hot, lingering suck on my bottom lip; to my neck on the sweet spot that always gets me; to each nipple, sucking each one forward, causing a small moan to escape my lips; then down past my belly button, flicking his tongue inside it; to just above my clit on my shaved mound. He would smell my. I didn’t offer the bouquet to him. It wasn’t for him anyway. I proceeded with a sigh of relief.The toughest part was over.I tried to locate Sanya, but the hall was absolutely packed.Then suddenly I located her by the water dispenser. She was looking very pretty. Easily the prettiest girl there.She was dressed in a kurta and palazzos. Her fair skin radiant, she wore a soft smile on her pretty face. I went straight up to her and planted myself in front of her.“Gussa hai tu mujhse?”, I said with a. She found what she was looking for and both their tongues intertwined and moved against each other. Jillian felt his left hand take hold of her right tit and cup it. She sighed into the man’s mouth for she never knew that a mere touch could bring her so much pleasure, her pussy moistened as her vagina began to secrete her womanly juices. The hand on her tit moved down to her ribs and rested on her waist. Everything the man’s hand touched left a tingling sensation, and all those sensations.