She sighed and returned his kiss, their tongues swirled together as they embraced. He ran his hands up-and-down her shapely form, exploring the nooks... vectors, mountains, ridges, and valleys of her back, butt, and legs. He smiled and said, ‘how did I get so lucky to have you curled in bed with me?’ She knew he’d ask this, it was the question they asked each other every now-and-then. Neither of them had doubts of the relationship, but this made for average-to-good pillow talk. ‘Let’s review,’. A few days later, while she was cleaning up his house again, John asked her if she would like to come over the following week and meet some of his old Army buddies from the hospital. John said they always got together once a month in each others homes and that it was his turn that month. John said they always talked medicine, and told some of the most interesting stories she would ever hear. She wanted to know how many came over and John said usually six or seven of them, and said they ranged. Madhavi with her head thrown way back moaning from the erotic pleasures Lalitha has given her. She was wet, oh so wet! Lalitha ran a thumb over her nicely trimmed pussy hairs. Gently just tickling them. Madhavi grabbed at the blankets under neither her, arching her back as much as she could moaning out loud. Madhavi could not only see her dripping juices but she could smell her sweet smelling pussy. With her index finger she ran her finger right down the middle of her folds, stopping at her. ‘Hold this book.’ I held it with two hands in front of me and he began to press down on it. ‘Sing.’ I sang. ‘No. Ok — lay down on the floor.’ I did so. I was glad there was a carpet. He placed the book on my tummy. ‘Hands at your side. Now breath.’ I did, the book raised and lowered. ‘Now sing and don’t change anything.’ I sang. ‘Ok, stand up.’ He came over to me and put his hand on my tummy and pushed, his other hand on my ass. ‘Sing.’ I sang. As I sang he unfastened and unzipped my skirt and.