With the dexterity of a cat and the elegance of a ballerina she climbs up onto the rock and lays down on her back, exposing her whole front-side to th... sun, warming herself like a seal on a beach. She has yet to look in my direction and I am almost paralyzed with terror. I can’t retreat. I am drawn to her like a moth to the last flickering candle, and yet if I make my presence known I fear she will never look my way again. And just as I am about to tip-toe away from the truest beauty I have. They were the milkman and an uncle from Ambala who had come to our home for his son’s admission process in Chandigarh. He had brought along his super hot, coke bottle figure daughter Yashi who decided to stay at our place while her dad and brother went to the college for counselling. But I was under the impression that I was alone. So, I was caught in the act red-handed. But I knew it would work to my advantage. Let me tell you about Yashi and her relationship with me. She is around 5’5”and. There were a couple of female Swedish backpackers, a Dutch couple, James our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic negro named Tyrone.We introduced ourselves and I couldn't help but notice the way my wife was staring at Tyrone as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. I had a stupid grin on my face thinking that at least now she couldn't whinge if I perved on the Swedish chicks and the Dutch babe, who was actually the better looking of. I soaped her hair. There was very little lather and the suds turned dark brown almost immediately. I had her rinse and then I lathered again. This was a little better. More suds and less brown. I had her rinse again, and this time when I lathered, I got a lot of suds and not much dirt. I dug my fingers deep into her hair and massaged her scalp. I swear I thought I heard her purring.I had to chuckle. Here we were, this giantess and I, in the middle of the stream, buck naked and I was shampooing.