I was wearing nothing under them. I removed my slippers, leaned against the door and quietly called Yusef by name. The poor darling turned and his eye... bugged out. He turned completely red. I continued to recline against the door as he stuttered and stammered and tried to tear his eyes away from me. My smile, broad at first, grew bigger. Susanna had slipped from the bedroom doorway and was slowly approaching Yusef from behind. She too, was nude. Her large full breasts, tipped with big brown. Then I wore my blouse and petticoat. I then changed my abs piercing into my dad’s one. It was very beautiful. I wore one of the waist chains and attached it to my piercing so that it added more sexiness. It was like whirled around my waist and in the front side it was attached to the piercing so it was like an inverted triangle in the front. I then wore my sari. I put some makeup and let my hair free. I looked myself in a mirror and adjusted my sari so that my stomach and navel are clearly seen. But I don’t think the party was any noisier than many of those some of our other neighbours had held in the past. Actually I think it was a lot quieter than some. To father’s disgust and annoyance, Mother, Sylvia and a couple of the other neighbours went over to the party, just for a little while. I think it was more to show the flag than anything else, they didn’t expect to be very welcome guests of a lot of youngsters, as they put it. They came back saying everybody who had been there had. You moan gracefully to the feeling of them sliding down, knowing where things are headed. My hands wrap behind your pelvis, feeling the firm and round ass that lay beneath it. I grope it firmly, squeezing your ass cheeks. You respond by taking a deep breath in as you arch your back, lifting it slightly off the bed. I look up at your face. You look down at me. I give you a devilish smirk and simply say one word: “Payback.” The texture of your smooth pussy against my tongue elicits a strong.
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