I was still in my towel only. She looked into my eyes and then to those adult magazines lying on the bed. Chayya bhabhi gave a meaningful and sexy smi...e at me. She was still exposing her breasts. She did not take trouble to readjust her pallu. I was getting excited. I had not put on the underwear to hold my cock well and i was feeling some strain and tension in my cock. So it was a difficult situation for me. I got into the bathroom, put on my underwear and got out again. She had gone by that. Which she did. And we hit it off.’ ‘I see,’ Craig interjected as Peter paused. ‘Starting to make a bit of sense now. You then met her again?’ ‘She stayed over that night. We spent the next day together and then she stayed over again.’ ‘That seems…’ Craig said. ‘No offence intended, but you don’t strike me as someone who usually moves that fast?’ ‘No, you’re right,’ Peter replied. ‘I don’t, but. Sorry, I’m going to sound soppy. She’s amazing. Was amazing. Is amazing.’ ‘So what have you done to. We took a seat at the end of the terminal and I had her sit down as I stood with the camera at the same vantage point any one walking past would have and started filming her. She pulled the short hem of her jean skirt up a bit while keeping her legs carelessly uncrossed. Creating a very inviting gap between her short skirt and her thighs, that easily left her dark blue polka dot cotton panties clearly visible up her skirt. She sat there for a while, just casually watching people as they walked. .. one was an electrician ... magician more like ... in a different life, a better place, a better time. All gone now, flown like a great horned owl from tree to meadow and back, a life clutched in a claw, now ripped open with with beak and swallowed. Soon to litter the floor beneath his tree ... a skull wrapped in fur. The men had nothing.They had power and lights ... light ... thanks to the magician ... with wires so cleverly hidden in the roots and brush, some hanging like vines that had.