We had broken up, but it was because she accused me of being “sexually immature” and had nothing to do with our political beliefs. The piano playe... reminded me of her going through emotionless blow jobs with her disinterested musical rendition of a song best left forgotten. They could have been twin sisters in personality if not in looks.I approached the piano cautiously and dropped a five dollar bill into the glass more out of pity for her servitude, than appreciation for the memory evoked by. She has a curvy hourglass figure, firm breasts that just beg to be fondled and a tight ass. Often when she's out walking her little dog she'll stop over and talk. The conversation is usually about nothing in particular but since both of us own dogs, it's a convenient excuse to come over and chat.When I'm home alone (my wife works evenings as a nurse supervisor)she will often stop over and chat. When she does she seems to take every opportunity to give me a long, lingering down blouse look at. In front of Shikha, Anjali proposed me to become her sex partner. I was like, WTF is happening… I looked at Shikha. She winked at me. I nodded my head as a sign of yes.After a heavy drink, I went to the washroom (that time washroom was empty luckily as time was approaching midnight). I didn’t notice that Anjali followed me inside the washroom. While peeing, she holds my dick from behind and whispered in my ears “honey, I need this now”. I turned towards her and started kissing her. We went. As she moved around my table I noticed how shapely she was. She was about a D cup and had a small waist and a huge ass. We made small talk as she prepared for the facial. I filled two bowls with water and sat them on the table along with two hand towels. I got a high backed chair and sat in the middle of the room so she had room to walk on both sides. I wore a halter dress so i wouldnt get too wet. She pulled a tank top out of her bag and pulled off her blouse and put on the tank. As.