I watched as Jen was lifted forcefully up onto the sea of grasping squeezing hands and started floating. She was so drunk she couldnt keep her head up... Her mostly limp drunken body was passed across the crowd. It was made up of drunk mostly horny men and some women. I thought it would be ok but it turned bad. At first hands touched her everywhere and then her clothes started to be removed. Jen tried to resist with minimal effort but large number of hands grabbed her wrists and legs and held her. “Do you want to see me fuck your sexy wife?” Alicia asks Damien as her hand wanders down to the hemline of my skirt.Damien shudders as he meets my gaze. “As long as I get to touch her, too.”Alicia pulls down my skirt to reveal the sheer black panties that I just bought. She trails kisses down my body, between my ample cleavage and tummy to my wetness. When she plants a soft kiss on my cunt, I gasp and instinctively reach out to Damien. He intertwines his fingers with mine and moves a little. The request seemed to surprise her a little. But without saying anything she looked down, grabbed the bottom of her tight workout shirt and pulled it up and over her head. “You want to see these?” She dropped the shirt to the ground, and began playing with them. They were gorgeous. They didn’t look fake, but they also looked too nice for a woman in her 60s. Her ass may have been so-so, but her stomach was flat and toned. She looked up at me and took my hand, placing it on a tit. I began. Then I licked her cream off her pussy and thighs.I pulled her dress down, shared a kiss with her and hoped she enjoyed it which she admitted she did very much. Then I proceeded to slide her panties down from her knees and took them off. "I would love to keep these panties," kissing her panties. "Not as a souvenir because I will never forget this night anyway, but as a treasured gift from you, mom dearest." And I kissed her. She said it was okay. We agreed we did not have more time and drove.