I looked around for a fuck and fancied the girl at the bar best by far and started to negotiate with her about getting a hour with her promising big t...p, but she just laugh at me and say she didn't do it for money and I said i would love to get it for free but she just gave me a big naughty smile and said I could not handle her anyway for she was older than me maybe by 5-10 years, I didn't give up so easy and went all the way from begging her to acting like a tough guy and promising the night. He was still sleeping. The senior priest was there along with the Mother Superior from the convent. The room was full of flowers and unopened cards hand delivered by anxious parishioners. The prognosis was not all doom and gloom but until he regained consciousness, no one could tell the extent of his injury. Throughout the day, a constant stream of well wishers arrived at the hospital but none were allowed in the room. Sandra and Barbara kept a silent vigil, praying constantly. Each woman was. She ignored me a lot that day. At last I decided to break the silence and asked whether we can play cards. She said if I am going to do anything like yesterday then she will not come to my home anymore. I said sorry. She said it’s ok and let’s play. We played for a while, in the mean time I was looking at her. She was wearing a red churidar without any duppatta. I can easily see her cleavage and the shape of her boobs. I was enjoying the sight and she caught me red handed and scold me a lot.. She watched with heavy eyelids as I touched her lips to quiet her and then put her hand on the hood of the car. I turned her gently so that she was standing with the front of her thighs pressed against the side of the hood, both palms face-down on the cold metal. I stood behind her and ran my hands down her back, over the soft curves of her body. No talking, now. My hands travelled slowly, gently, soaking in her warmth through the fabric. Over her ribs, the soft flesh over her kidneys…down.