With a 34-28-36 figure, Rashmi looked like my girlfriend.I was all of 5’11”, about to complete 24, and she had just finished 30. Soon I heard the ...nmistakable ‘shick-shick’ sound of sharp scissors through thick hair. Rashmi had grown about 9-10 inches of dark hair since I’d seen her with chin-length bobbed hair in Delhi.Three inches removed from the bottom, the Latvian stylist awaited further instructions from me. I told her to make it sloped and sexy. As usual, it didn’t come out exactly, like. Only problem was I didnt want her noticing the soon to be rock hard cock in my pants. (which she discovered and started the magic that night)As her toes were drying we made small talk and flipped through channels and saw a cinemax soft core porn film, she told me to flip it back and watch...bad idea! since her feet were still on my lap!Our small talk soon became parent that we were both getting in the mood. She then asked me in a typical girly way, "Can you massage my feet?" Im normally not. "I'll call him back later."After dinner I called George back. I told him when we would be arriving. He would pick me up at the airport in one of his limos. That night Joyce and I went to bed early. We would have to wake up early the next day to catch our plane. We slept soundly that night and everything went well the following morning. We got our plane at Newark Airport and arrived in LA just before noon, California time. The airport was quite crowded, sort of like Times Square on New Year's. Two warm soft hands on her bare shoulders, gripping her neck and spinning her round. It was him. She caught his gaze, and looked down. He was naked, exposed, and excited. She barely had time to gather her thoughts. It had been years since she had seen him like this. He looked better than ever. Her body was on fire. With his hands still on the back of her neck, she leaned to him and they embraced. She had forgotten how soft his lips were on hers, in contrast to the tuft of facial hair grazing.