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There were puddles everywhere and the odd tent flattened by the storm. “Like some coffee Tanya?” I heard a male voice say. I looked round and saw one of our neighbours holding a steaming mug. I suddenly remembered that I was naked and my hands went to my little tits and pussy. “A bit late for modesty isn’t it?” the man said. Realising that he was right I dropped my left hand and put my right hand out to receive the coffee mug. “Thank you,” I said, “That was one hell of a storm. Did you manage to keep dry?” “More than sister you two did; that was quite a show you put on last night.” I suddenly went all embarrassed and whispered, “Yeah, it was.” As I was saying that I felt my pussy get wet. The memories of the last night were getting me aroused; and that was before Ryan was going to show my body off to the hundred plus thousand people that were going to be around later that day. More of the young men emerged from their tents to get some coffee, and so did a young couple on the other side of our tent. I was looking at them and they were looking at me when I remembered that I was naked desi so I backed into our tent and gave Ryan what was left of the coffee. I put some shoes on and wrapped a towel round me and told Ryan that I was going for a shower. As I walked down the field I saw quite a few water-logged tents and muddy puddles, but mom people looked and sounded happy. It had stopped raining and the sun was emerging from behind the clouds. Back at the tent, Ryan took the Bhabhi towel off me and disappeared to have son a shower himself. I busied myself tidying the tent and deciding what to wear. I knew that Ryan would want me to look sexy; and probably have the vibe inside me so I changed the batteries ready. I heard a noise, looked up and realised that the tent door was wide open. This seemed to stimulate her husband who immediately responded by ramming himself deeper into me, forcing our two drenched cunts into each other, son trapping our fingers between our pubic bones. Her breasts were heavy and had a nice swing to them. She pushed her tip down to avoid further self-desecration, and unloaded the desi last of her catharsis right into her mother’s face. When I came out of the bathroom and moved to the breakfast table I was that there was some more breakfast then I made and mom wasn't in her working clothes, she was wearing that t-shirt and shorts that she like when she goes to the gym. mom Hi guys, my name is Abhishek. "More?" My knuckles whiten around her neck, and her face reddens above them. Plus there sister are a few other security measures.” “Alright boys read your books, and be quite, I am not in Bhabhi a mood today”. Let's get dressed and we'll head back." She thought he was going to kiss her. She was on another planet. “What the hell?!” She asked, some kind of anger building. Come on!