She heard her lips murmuring words that had the sound of love." -------------------------------------------------------------" Emmanuelle�...s new acquaintances even lived their idleness intensely, ostentatiously, without improvisation or respite. And apparently, wherever they were, whatever their age, looks or condition, their sole concern, day in and day out, was to seduce or be seduced.One of them, with a tawny mane that tumbled profusely over her shoulders and down to her hips,. I could just about murmur “ Thank you m’am” but could not resist looking at her frontal as her pallu had dropped down and boobs jutting forward. I held my head down in embarrassment but Seemaji said “ relax Aniket…itna tense hone ki kya jaroorat hai?”“Lekin m’am…” I was murmuring…..again relooking at her boobs profile..“Aniket………..jawan logon ko jawani pasand aati hai na………?” she repliedI was getting disturbed now in my trousers and puttered… “ mei who rport laya tha Bossji ko dene ke liye….woh. The day dawned bright and sunny, so after breakfast we decided on a few hours on the beach before it got too hot. For the walk down to the beach she had put on a short wrap around skirt and a button up sun top over her bikini bottoms; she hadn't even brought a bikini top with her. The beach was not very crowded but there were plenty of guys there taking in the sights of her beautiful tits. I still get an immense thrill and yes pride too when this happens. At about 11.30 it was getting much too. The rain enveloping us still, was saturating our skin with its life and enflamed us even more. We frantically yet ever so slowly pulled the bindings of our clothes from our bodies and were now laying in the comfort of the hammock as life started out, vulnerable and naked, no hiding. The cold rain brought with it warmth, a release from fear, a feeling of life and an awaking to something more than ourselves, allowing us to be true to ourselves without the mask displayed in everyday life. You have.