But I think the conversation can be classified under flirting.“Coffee?” she asked“I make better coffee” I said. I think I take far too much pr...de in my cooking skills though my sisters think I am a very average cook.“Welll, OK. I allow you to give me a personal mentoring on this one” she smiled“It will cost you Swati” I said with equal smileShe led me to the kitchen.“Decoction?” I demanded“No decoction. When you teach, you teach from scratch” she retortedShe pulled the steel bowl from the. That maple syrup voice greeted my ear in a most sensual and flirtatious fashion. ‘This is Essence. Do you remember me?’ She’s playful. ‘Look. You told me that you’d like to have dinner sometime and I was wondering if tonight would be okay.’ She said. I played along and told her that I vaguely remembered her. ‘Well let me refresh your memory. You almost sideswiped my car making an illegal lane change to follow me into Bergner’s.’ An evil chuckle followed. Busted! I quickly agreed to have dinner. Catherine was in fun mood and also got very excited by that bet and so she quickly agreed and the two party girls made for Nina’s room.“So let’s get started, Catherine. It will not take me long to make you cum. You are already mine for tonight, little hetero girl,” Nina teased her. “So open your blouse for me and give me access to my work!”“But I want to see your tits, too,” Catherine replied. “What a pleasure for me. You are on the right way, Babe!”The two girls loved. Catherine loved the way. We got dressed and wandered around, talking.”It was pleasant sitting in the warm, late morning sun with Marja stroking me. I remembered how good it felt when I came inside her in Venice and how quickly that feeling had disappeared when I saw how upset she was. My erection wilted.“What’s wrong?’ asked Marja.“I was thinking about Venice, and the way you reacted when I came in you. That bothers me a lot. Sex should always be about pleasure and fun and maybe love. I hurt you. That was wrong. I knew.