With a giggle, she opened the door, then hastily closed it behind her. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' she thought, sliding down the door, head in hands. With a c...ouple of steady breaths, she took in the bathroom. It wasn't much more than the bedroom, but at least it was clean. Emma stood and placed her hands on the sink, staring at herself in the smeared mirror. 'You can do this. It's what he wants. It's what you want.' She nodded, asserting herself in the situation. She tried to give herself a seductive. Main yasir kamray kay dermeyanee darwazay kee roshnee say daik rahee thee keh wooh bilkul nanga mairee choot ko chat raha tha. Yasir chooth ko khub geelee karkay hat gaya aur phir usnay mairee dono tangon ko aapas main milla deya. Wooh mairay ooper agaya aur usnay apna lund mairee chooth ko choothay huway mairee thighs kay dermaeyan lay aya. Uskay garam garam dehaktha huwa lund mairee chooth ko chootha huwa mairee thigh kay dermeyan dakhil ho chukka tha. Yasir nay mairee t-shirt ko mairee. I rolled her clit on my tongue like a piece of candy, still amazed at the delectable size of it. Her moans were pure passion as I teased her with my tongue. She was hot as a firebrand, and within minutes was hovering on the edge of climax.I paused a moment to ask her, "Hasn't anyone done this for you yet, mijita?"A fierce shaking of her head indicated "no", at the same time urging me to get on with it. I wanted to slow down, to take my time with her, to give her the fiercest most satisfying. The three where already quite drunk from the day’s revelry, now topped up with more Prosecco made them all relaxed. Watching the vintage TV channel, coincidently playing song after song from the 70’s, Jules decided she wanted to continue dancing so stood up and proceeded to dance on her own, watched by both Dan her husband and John their new ‘friend’ as Jules danced the top of her dress would occasionally fall away from her boobs, only momentarily but enough to attract the attention of both.