The women were dressed in a variety of clothing that ranged from traditional feminine club attire of short dresses and skirts to more masculine ‘but...ch’ style leather gear. Similarly, the men were also dressed in every type of fashion imaginable from traditional Dockers and a polo shirt, to very risqué costumes. As we fought our way through the crowd, I looked towards the dance floor and saw one young man, about my age, dancing with his male partner in assless leather chaps and an open cowboy. Soon, all three women were touching Fred so they could hear Brenda, and asking her what was wrong."I don't know. Maybe nothing. It's just a ... peculiar feeling. Like ... I don't know," she said, the frustration obvious in her mental voice. "I've never felt anything like it before." Do you feel bad? Are you sick? Oh, crap, that was stupid. You can't be sick, you're a..." Carla stumbled to a stop."I'm not a freaking ghost. So don't call me one," Brenda snapped, quite uncharacteristically."I was. Her cunt was just dripping, my mid section was completely wet. And then it started… Her legs began shaking again and she could no longer match my pace with her hips. Her moaning turned to wailing, dampened by the rubber cock stuffed in her mouth. She pushed her hips back, body shaking and let out a muffled scream. I felt a surge of liquid forcing it’s way around my cock and out of her pussy lips. A hot liquid spray shot against my balls. Watching my cute little neighbor heaving and shaking, her. Payal was getting prepared for a gangbang allnight long and in fact she was now looking forward to be fucked by this gang of five black studs.Now both the guys was openly massaging her pussy and rear, with ones middle finger slipping into her anus and the others fingers caressing her clit. It was now clear that Payal no longer was giving any resistance but was cooperating fully with them. Then the other guys also joined They turned her over .one massaged the front of her thighs and her stomach,.