And as I melted into our embrace I could feel myself drifting to that place where lovers pleasure is pain that comes with love. Where love grabs hold ...f your heart and the pain of that love takes you to a depth of passionate feeling that no-one who has not been there can ever imagine. I stayed in our embrace for as long as I could, never wanting to let you go, but knowing that a time must come that would break the spell. I wanted to kiss you, to melt into your lips again, to feel those. Just before the vendor came, she rearranged her pallu to cover the nipples.Also, she allowed the pallu to steer clear of her navel, which meant her hips and navel were on full display. She did one more extra thing. She raised the saree and petticoat to reveal her fully white legs till her knees. This time around, she wanted him to stare at her!She wanted him to take her figure fully and enjoy it. She also wore her saree way below her navel, almost at the top of her panties. She meant business,. “Mom , “ I said ,” Papa was mentioning about your problems at home while he was away. What really happened Mom??”Mom was initially evasive but then when I told her that I also suffered from her complex and that I could also not achieve orgasm unless hurt physically she started her long story.“Son your papa was already in the services when we were married. Our marriage was a tame affair as your grandmother was no more and your grandfather was a hopelessly poppy addict. There was hardly any. So once I sat there and put my seatbelt on, I introduced myself to her. Her name was Raiza, and she is from Saudi. She is planning to start her studies in Boston the following fall. I told her what I do for a living.She was interested to know how I got my job and what I thought about the US as a country. It was her first time traveling to the US. She said her husband is from a wealthy family and that she was blessed that he sent her to the US to pursue her studies.So with all the pleasantries.