Then it was her navel’s turn. I put some oil in her navel and inserted my finger inside it. It was a different experiment but she got aroused by tha.... Then I moved down to her pussy which was hairy.I took a blade and started cleaning it as she had demanded it. I avoided touching her pussy as I wanted her to get mad. Her expressions were changing badly. Then after cleaning it she said that massage my boobs too.This was the moment I had been for. I went upwards. Took some oil and applied on those. At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of the ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet's tomb, was once suspended between heaven and earth; though the Benares of to-day, which the Orientalists call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoetically on the solid earth, Passepartout caught glimpses of its brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the place, as the train entered it.Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty's. My hands finding her firm ass and squeezing as I pulled her into me. “I want you to fuck me” she whispered into my ear.My cock was quickly growing as our lips locked again. Zoeys hands found their way down between us I could feel her fumbling at my pants. She created just enough room to get her hand in which found my cock as she wrapped her fingers around it.“God, I need this in me again” she groaned.“Lift your skirt up” I told her.Without waiting any further, Zoey pushed me back a little to. My mouth hung open awkwardly at the site of her young nineteen-year-old body. She was fucking dee-LISH. The masseuse began to massage her back, talking gently with her. She discussed some tantric approach she'd been trying out, wondering if Christine would like to see how it feels. The masseuse laid her cheek against Christine's smooth back, kissing her lightly. Then she let her hand play gently across Christine's butt cheeks, through her panties at first, then sneaking cautiously inside as if.