In reality, the panties didn't make much difference. She wore the smallest white see-through thong that she owned. When she bent at the waist it was i...nvisible. All you could see was her glorious ass.Penny wasn't the only partygoer to nearly expose herself. Many of the women wore see-through tops or pants. One wore hiking shorts, boots and suspenders. Her nipples were covered but the areolas were exposed, begging for comments. Buff men in male stripper G-strings was not uncommon at these. I could feel the sexual energy in the room increase tenfold. By this time, my seven-inch erection was in full swing. Lying on the floor was a bit uncomfortable, but careful positioning relieved the pressure.My next victim was someone else I didn't recognize. She was a younger BBW, perhaps in her early twenties. Dark hair, blue eyes, light skin, soft-looking pussy, HUGE tits. I checked my pulse to make sure I hadn't died and gone to heaven, then dove in. She was just as soft as she looked.. After finger fucking her for a few minutes, he removed his fingers and took his hard cock and pushed at Julie's anal opening. After a few grunts he forced his way in and Julie bit her lip beneath the hood to keep from crying out. Then as the man pumped in and out of her abused ass, he bought his hand down savagely on her exposed cheeks. Grunting he whispered to her, "You love having your slut ass fucked don't you?" Julie refused to give him the satisfaction of responding and remained quiet. Moving across the area, weaving his way between crowded tables, he watched as Suzanne laughed out loud her body leaning provocatively into the man next to her, her blond hair falling like a golden stream down her back. Reaching the four people, Misha bent down and kissed her cheek from behind, ‘Hi sweetheart, sorry I’m late, the last meeting took a little longer than I thought.’ Looking up at him over her shoulder, she drawled in an exaggerated Southern voice, ‘Sugar, you’re here. Let me.