She consulted the resort literature gathered from the desk in the office nook where, after unpacking, she had set up her laptop computer. Golf? No. K...yaking? No. Tramping around the countryside with leeches? Definitely not. These were not Em things at all. She thought she might check out the gym next morning, or walk briskly three times round the compact little golf course if it wasn’t too chill. But that was next day. She browsed through the spa menu. With it was a discreet little note that. . magar shayad poonam ne de diya tha magar usne kuch bola nahi.. fir thodi der baad jab maine upper dekha to main hairan reh gaya poonam ko dekh kar… main utha aur usse zor darr hug diya .. poonam bhi mujhe dekh kar kafi khush hui … aur fir maine usse apne saath baith kar usse baatain shuru ki… jaise … kaise hai ? kaha hai ? kya chal raha hai aaj kal ? kaha thi aab tak ? koi contact kyo nahi bana kar rakha ? aur bhi bhoooot saaare… usne saare sawalo ka jawab diya aur dheere dheere purane dosto. Sisters of the rosebud ... now!” Claudia giggled as she pronounced something that never occurred to Marilyn before.“The ... rosebud? Oh, you mean the pucker, the backdoor, the rump, the rear, the heinie, the butt, the booty, the bum, the tush, the ass, the asshole, the cornhole, the bunghole, the crack ... the bottom!” Marilyn swiped across Claudia’s brown eye every single time that she used a new euphemism for her arse.“Si, the most beautiful part of any woman, if you ask me, though the pussy. “I squirted,” she said.“I never heard of that.”“Well, that is what happens when I get overstimulated. I’m sorry I did that.”“Oh, don’t be sorry. I just learned something new. It surprised me to be sure because I was ignorant of such a thing. I should thank you. I want to try that again you tasted good when you squirted.”“You really think so?”“Yes, I do.”“Well, OK then. But I’d better get some towels out.”We dried off from the shower and she got her towels and I ate her pussy again and she.