I handed each one to Andy as I was done.I saw it or I thought I saw it. It was just a shadow but it moved further across each picture. Then there was ... ripple in the skin of her forehead that turned into a bump. The next picture was the start of the stumble and the beginning of the explosion.There was a knock on the door; Eric, Frank, and Len were there, “We are almost ready to start.”“I’m not ready yet; they will wait. Take a seat,” I said as I pointed to a chair.In the next picture the burka. Maybe I was cold, too. I don’t know.She dried off efficiently and stepped toward me, obviously intending to exit the shower stall. I backed up and stood there holding my cock, apparently so it wouldn’t take off.Jennifer got another towel and went to work on her hair. I now had a clear view of her womanly body again. It was delightful and, with no conscious thought, I started stroking again.It took her fifteen or twenty seconds to notice what I was doing and she stopped, frozen. She stared at me. I'm pretty curvy with 36D tits and 40 hips! They call it an hour glass figure. So Chad and Michael between playing beer pong with Miller and Corona kept taking shots of Jager with Monsters and their gallon jug of Jager was soon down to about a quarter of a gallon. They sure knew how to drink. We left the party around two am and got back to our place around 3. We climbed up the stairs Michael talking about what great times he had every weekend with his buddies while me and the girls talked it. At my pleading my husband, against his better judgement, had bought me a scooter which allowed me to nip through the crowded streets of Mumbai, often with reckless abandonment to at least feel the rush of air on my face giving a flash of freedom. I would of course be properly dressed in my sari ensuring that the hem was correctly pulled over my head and face as a married woman. I drove for miles leaving the city behind me and heading to the beach or secluded woods where I could indulge in my.