An aura of happiness was in the air. Everyone was gathered around with happiness and joy sparkling in their eyes. Everything was as pretty as a pictur... and just as perfect. All that romantic dreams are ever made of. The chairs were a perfect antique white. The ribbons and bows were the exact color she had always thought of… that pretty shade of fuchsia. Ribbons and lace flowed from chair to chair, billowing as the breeze blew occasionally. Flowers had been selected for their beauty as well as. Shobha was talking about her new lover. She told Savita Bhabhi about all the different ways her new man would fuck the shit out of her. As she talked, Shobha realised Savita had her hand on her crotch.Shobha: Does my story turn you on that much? Savita: What? No, it’s not that. I have ingrown hairs from shaving my bush so often, and it’s so annoying.Shobha understood right away. She gave Savita the details of the waxing place she uses. She recommended that Savita go there and ask for. And, seeing as he was making a special effort to be back so that he would be with me on his birthday tomorrow, I knew I had to do something special.We were going to watch the motorbike racing as his birthday treat, which meant both of us getting the bike leathers on so we could ride his Ducati to the track, and pretty soon my mind was wandering. I loved him in his leathers, the way they hugged his tight torso and the great ass.I started to slide my hand down under my clothes and into my thong. Vishal moved in with me and Neha when he came to live in New York a couple of months ago, right after graduating high school. It seemed someone saw him in a high school drama production back in Iowa and thought he had real talent. So the second he got his diploma and turned eighteen, Vishal headed for the Big Apple and right away was getting acting gigs, mainly Tv commercials. He was a real looker, a lean All-American type, a sort very popular with the ad agencies.”Turned on by me?” I said,.