The bhaang had done its job perfectly.
Almost every male member of the family and some close friends invited for Holi was heavily drunk on the potent thandai. Their eyes were glassy, laughter loud and shameless, hands wandering without restraint. Priya stood in the center of the courtyard, completely drenched, her thin white kurti transparent and clinging to her massive breasts like wet tissue. Her dark nipples and huge chocolate-brown areolas were on full display. The tight leggings showed her pussy, the fabric soaked and outlining every swollen fold of her bare pussy.
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