When we were done,as I got up and shut the dishwasher door, I slid my hand up from her ass to her neck. She had changed from her nighty and was wearin... some normal pajamas. A tight t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants. I took my other hand and went under her shirt and felt her tit. "You ready for more?" she asked. A very aggressive sexual feeling had taken over me by now. I took my hand of her tit, and keeping my other hand on her neck, shoved it down the back of her pants. "Are you?" I asked as. Car was too simple a word for this one, something this beautiful had to be called a Porsche…) and took a moment to look around. Inside, it was a little tacky…the seats weren’t coated with leather, but with some sort of slick vinyl. Still, H-Dawg wouldn’t mind that, the car itself would be worth the money. He could use seats from another car. She noticed, with a measure of distaste, that the owner had replaced the standard gear shift with one of his own–a stylized representation of a man’s. This time he smiled back, “Hi I am Soumya,” and brought hand forward for a handshake. I obliged.And well I was looking for a chance to start a conversation. When this pretty young lady was herself looking for the same why on earth would I discourage her. We started chatting and were soon talking like we were some old friends suddenly meeting.I got to know she was from Chennai itself. She had come to Bangalore for some trekking with her friends and was now on her way back. She was 25 years old. Sara stayed cuddled up next to me all night as we slept; she woke me up a couple of times when she got up naked to put some more wood on the fire. I woke up first at about five-o-clock in the morning and started making a hot breakfast. Sara got up shortly after smelling the bacon frying and the coffee brewing. I told her that we should both go out and look for Carol. I gave her some of my extra clothes and a pair of my Dad’s boots to wear and told her to fold up some of the extra blankets on.