She was lost in pleasure as she rubbed herself for all she was worth and shook to another orgasm. We all got showered after that with Karen announcing...she was famished and we should go out to eat. We couldn't exactly go anywhere local, so I called a taxi and we arranged to go to a great little place out in the country. When we got there I asked them to act like a couple and I wanted to sit at the bar and be a voyeur to their tryst. They came in after me and looked stunning, Colin in casual. I still had on thestrappy top I had worn in Barcelona yesterday with pyjama bottoms. The TVwas still on and silent pictures flickered across the room.I needed the bathroom; I got up through the fog filled haze of my headand started towards the toilet. I noticed the shirt I had dropped in thesink after coming back last night. There was a light pink hue to thewater I presumed from some of Mhari's blood coming out in the water. Myhand went to my forehead,"Damn Mhari, I was supposed to go back and. Just then I put my face in her hair and inhaled the aroma of coconut oil from her hair and said “beautiful”hearing this she got up. Oilwas actually dripping from her hair. She looked at me and said. “Arun you actually oiled my hair well.”Her gaze then sifted down. I looked at her very embarassed and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. After I came out, I found Mrs Banerjee sitting on the sofa with her hair open. She motioned me to sit next to her.I went next to her. She was looking into my. God, I wanted to pull her to me and clamp my mouth to hers as lust filled my being. She broke our handshake saying, “Why don't we sit down on the sofa for a couple minutes." She sat on one end and I lowered myself near the other end. "No, Chandler, is it? Sit here." She patted the spot next to her. I didn't need any further invitation and plopped my butt down next to an angel. My thoughts were in a furry like a blizzard. I wanted to hold her face in my hands and pepper her with kisses, shove my.