This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but here goes nothing. I want us to live together if that’s okay with you.”“You...Do you really want to li...e with me? I thought you were going to dump and leave me. Are you serious about this?” I asked her.“You bet I am. I am so deeply sorry it came out the way it did. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. Well, what do you say?” she asked as she took both my hands and looked me in the eyes, waiting for my answer. “Yes, I want to live with you too,” I said as. To me it looked as if the girl had just completed a task and the woman was pleased with her performance. This picture made a huge impact on me and I had to go back to look again. It became the theme for my fantasies and right now I wanted to go back to my hotel room and imagine it all over again. Looking up into the mirror behind the bar, I saw my cheeks all flushed and down below my body was stirring and as always it would not take no for an answer. I shifted slightly on my stool.It was then I. I went back and forth between rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I felt the familiar feeling deep inside me but couldn't get over the edge. Cough cough Scott coughing in his sleep scared the hell out of me. I was so close to my orgasm, I had almost forgotten about him! Now it was gone; back to square one. I looked over at him to see if he was still sleeping. Sure enough - sound asleep, flat on his back… with that lump still under the blanket. I don’t know what came over me, but I reached. Pallavi knelt on the sofa and pulled my shirt over my head, pressing her choochiyaan against my face as pulled the material off of my hands.Meanwhile, Neetu had pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, slipping the clothes out from under my feet. I sat there naked between my wife and the woman I wanted to be my lover. My lund pointed straight to the ceiling. I see what you mean about how good it looks, Neetu.” Pallavi hesistated for a second, ran her tongue over her lips, then asked, ”.