"We started our play. And she was not the one of previous day. She won every game. She demanded me to kiss her feet first. I did. There is nothing wro...g in kissing one's own mother's feet. To the next win, she hiked her sari and told me to kiss her knees. I did. But to the third win, she hiked her sari up above her waist and exposed her shaved cunt. It looked like a pav roti (an Indian bread). My cock hardened immediately."Leaning on the hand rest of the sofa, where we were playing the cards,. Her mind was drifting. He was pretty out of it that day. Although he was in love with his job, this day was really rough. He was paid to look at gorgeous women through the lens of his camera and enjoy their company all day long, but still, there were moments when everything was just too much. He had to put up with no less than five spoiled models on the photo shoot. Every each one of them wanting something completely different than agreed and not cooperating. The whole day was just a frigging. ” “What did he say?” she asked. She released me from her bear hug and brought her hands up to stroke the back of my neck with her left hand and run her fingertips up and down my cheeks. “I hope it was good.” “He said you really like me. God knows why.” “He's is right, you know. And I cannot put my finger on it. Other than the physical attraction, there is something inside you that has touched something inside me. I feel connected. I am told by so many to not allow myself to fall like this.. I think she was absorbing the story of my encounter in the men's room with Chris. I quietly wondered if I would ever see her again. On our walk home we held hands for most of the way, keeping close so that no one could observe this. When we were passing Kimmy's house we spotted her hanging a dangerous length out her bedroom window on the second floor. One thoughtless shift of her weight and she'd come crashing down to the overgrown lawn below. The house itself was a bit ratty and dire need of.