She danced well to the tunes of beedi jalaile. The dance had just started and she had already started stripping. In no time, she was in her bra and pa...ties. We poured water on her and took chances to have fun with her. She was really seducing us and making us mad. Omkar couldn’t control seeing her sexy moves. He moved closer to her and kissed her hard on the lips. The liplock went on for minutes.They fell on the floor and had a round of violent kissing. He also squeezed her boobs over her bra. I slid my hand into her pyjamas pants and into her thong. "Mmmm your pussy is so wet." I told her. I started rubbing her clit harder. Then slid two fingers inside her dripping wet cunt. She bucked back against my hand, wanting more.We ripped our clothes off and I got down in between her legs. My tongue found her shaved pussy and I started licking and sucking. It felt so good, she kept wiggling around and moaning really loudly, which got me going more and more.I was nibbling her clit and sucking. She kind of lingered over my vagina. I actually kind of liked it in a creepy sort of way. She even bound me all up after the whole thing happened. I guess I should start saying pussy, snatch or cunt -- vagina just sounds so clinical.Anway, back to my story. My parents are pretty awful. They made me wear long dresses and long-sleeved shirts in public up until, well, now. She also, on my Dad's orders, made me wear these silly granny panties that my gran would never wear. My gran used to dance in. "No, I don't even have anything to drink," I replied without thinking. With that, John touched the seat of the chair I had been sitting in with his index finger, and rubbed the wet spot, looking up at me with lust in his eyes. He put his finger in front of his face, and smelled it, as if he was smelling a dozen fresh picked roses. "Mmmmmmmm...." I must have looked horrified as I stood there. "Don't worry Stacy. I won't tell your Mom. I know your little pussy is hot! You are at that age. You've.