As I stumbled she expertly caused me to step outta my shorts. I must not have been the first drunk she handled, she pushed me thru a plastic curtain ...nto a side room, the floor was wet and I slipped slightly, as I straightened up she threw a bucket of very cold (there may have been ice in it, but I can't be sure)water over me. As I stood coughing and sputtering she threw another as well. She picked up another bucket and I yelled 'wait, it was to late, but this water was warm. She pointed to a. She looked at the other women and began to laugh saying, "She's right,we all look like hell." The other ladies joined with her in laughter asone by one they kissed and hugged me saying goodnight.Barbara stayed with me and asked, "Rachel, do you have a nightgown Ican borrow?"I said, "I sure do; let me pick one out for you, okay?" Barbara noddedher head as I opened the closet door. I picked out a thin white silksleeping gown for her. It had a robe that was layered with silk andlace. She undressed. Our marital relations were apparently back to normal, just like that. Hardly what those experienced professionals had predicted back at the hospital.And nothing that I saw or experienced added up. I loved her. And I loved making love to her. But there was a cold analytical computer deep in my mind that was accumulating impressions and information, just as it did when I was researching a potential investment opportunity.Only this was much, much more personal. And I didn't like the faint outline. I licked her belly, sucked her belly flesh, and then went for her navel. I teased her navel, circled my tongue around it, and then licked it softly for twice or thrice. She was definitely enjoying this. Then I inserted my tongue inside her navel and tongue-fucked her navel a bit. She was going nuts. Then I stopped and looked at her above. She saw me down there, and smiled sexily. Then she caught my hair, and buried my face in her pussy on top of her saree itself. I rubbed my face against her.