Dusrine to samprna chatla. mag ti aaiche gaale chokhu laagli ani pahili lakdacha lund halavu laagli. yonitun parat tasa drav baher aala. to pahiline c...hatla. aajun don tin vela tya doghini side badlun tasa kela. tya doghi jeva lund aat baher karayacha tyaveli aai sexy awaj kadhayachi. kadachit tila pan te awadla asava. pahili mhatari mhanali:”va kay dudh hota, ekdam ghatta, maja aali. dusri mhatari:”ho na, hicha paniPan khupach ghatta hota. mag tine aaichi panty parat var sarkavli ticha padar. So we left the diner and went back to my house.When we got there I noticed a message on my answering machine: "Hi son, Your Dad and I are in town for a bit and we wanted to stop by and see you. It's been a long time since we last visited. It's 10:00 in the morning now and we should be there around 12:00. I hope we can catch you! See you in a bit honey!" my Mom said."Well, I guess that delays our drive a bit! Do you want me to take you home and pick you up later - if we still want to go for that. I spotted clutched in his hand he had a pair of my panties wrapped around his sizeable erection. It lasted merely seconds but psychologically lasted a long time. When he spotted me standing there he turned red with shame and moved with an awkward suddeness to pull up his pajama pants. I appologized repeatedly as I ducked back into the hall and I retreated to my room. I had discovered that I had pissed myself. I cleaned myself up and put on a fresh pair of panties. I lay in bed for a long time. Then the music would restart and the women would run again. This would continue until there were fewer men than women, and the final four guys, as a prize, would get to dance with the women uninterrupted for half an hour.I know I was drunk, but even in that drunken state, I could guess that this so-called “game” was just an excuse to have the women sit on everyone’s laps and give them each a chance to fondle them. I almost felt like bursting out laughing at the game, but I had to appear to be.