Several cigarettes in, she gave me one and lit it. She told me how togently suck it into my mouth and blow it out and I did this a few times.Then she ...explained the total ecstasy I would feel as I inhaled smoke andhow I would love it forever more. She went in depth as to the pleasureand the joy of it and how I knew this to be true. Then she made meinhale. I did cough gently but she told me to keep doing it so I did.I finished the cigarette with my head buzzing and she showed me how torepair my. I said “yeah”. Now I was no longer able to see her as a friend of mine, rather I started seeing her in a different light.That day she was wearing a single piece black dress and was looking like an angel. Half of her boobs were visible and I couldn’t stop myself from staring them. I think, 1-2 times she caught me doing so.At that time I figured out that something is ought to happen soon. At around 11o clock the party was over, everybody left except us as akriti’s mother insisted that we should. Several of the women and most of the men followed my fingers speeding back and forth, the rest intent on Jason’s busy hand. I saw that my husband was breathing faster, stroking himself quickly, his eyes laser-focused on my cunt. “Do it! Do it! Do it!” A few of the men had joined the chant. “Come for me, sweetie,” I said, although he probably couldn’t hear me. More loudly, “Come all over me.” Jason squirted a long, sudden white trail from my hand to my elbow. I pulled my hand to my boob and. Part of me repulsed at thethought of a mans cock rising because of me, but the feeling was toogood, I needed him to rub my chest more. He started rubbing harder, onehand slipped up my shirt over my bra, and he began panting. His hand onmy bare chest felt so good, and slowly his desire spurred me on. I beganto want his cock to get harder and his breathing heavier. We were nearlylost in our passions when we heard the security guard open the door. Ourpassion was killed dead, what had we been.