The challenge was that less frequently they involved the hedonism and debauchery that seemed to turn Jen on so much. However, John found an event that... looked like what Jen had described. The online advert promised a night to remember, making all one’s fantasies come true. It described the various themed rooms and all of the bring-your-own fun that could be possible. The pictures displayed velvet couches and beds with sheer canopies, draped with scantily clad bodies. One particular girl stood. Her skin’s a canvas of stinging marks. Like all good art, it challenges her to re-think what she knows.“Nikki, you’ll like it. I promise.”She sets the phone up on the table, loses her underwear and looks into the screen. They’ve blocked their camera, so all she sees is herself in the purple sundress.“Are they there?” she wants to know.“Yes. Right next to me, they’re excited.” Nikki bets they are. As brutal as the ending may have been, the scene with Footsteps and understands that even without. But mom kept on convincing him to wait till night when Kumar and I sleep.In the evening, Kumar too came back. Shoaib had brought some wine. He set it up on the table and asked mom and Kumar to have some drinks with him. So mom wore her blue color nighty. She sat on the chair with Shoaib on one side and Kumar on the other.While they were drinking, I noticed Shoaib was lifting mom’s nighty from under the table. On the other side, even Kumar was touching mom from under the table. I could feel mom. We both had to drink each other’s love juice.Neelu aunty yelled “Bacchon! Aa jao khaana lag gaya hai”. We in no time licked each other dry, wore our clothes and raced downstairs.Now we seated ourselves opposite to each other on dining tables. The table was a wooden one. Aunty and uncle too took their plates and sat little further away from us. Now I felt something rubbing against my cock. I removed table covers and saw it was Ragini. Now she wouldn’t let me eat peacefully. She was rubbing her.