She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit – barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doin.... Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her legs – possibly wondering to himself if she could possibly be doing what he thought. Sticking two fingers inside herself, she felt the warm juices gush around her. Hardly able to stand it, she moved her finger back to her clit, and started rubbing. As she sat back down, I removed all of my clothes and sat beside her in the tub. She took my hand and guided it to her breast, as she had done that night ten years ago, and said "remember this?" I laughed out loud and she told me how that night she and the exchange student bet whether or not she could get me to touch her tits. She obviously won.We then talked about what had been going on in our lives, how she had almost married a young man who reminded her of me, but it didn't happen. She said. She says that she is my colleague’s wife and she just came to visit her. She also said that she was leaving after two days so she wants her to come and visit her house. I confusingly said that I don’t remember anyone named Manju. Suddenly Rajan made a sign, to cover my mouthpiece. I asked Neetu to hold for a second and covered the mouthpiece. Rajan smiled and said that Manju was his wife; he continued and said that on drink day I told him that I was too concerned about Neetu’s loneliness.. “Nope.” Her voice was short of breath, like she had a moan caught in her throat. “Should I keep looking for it?” “Well I’m not going to give it to you.” I let my hands roam again, this time they came to rest on her other breast, intentionally. I softly kneaded her perfect tits, gently playing with her nipple. “Still not the soap?” “Keep looking,” she half-spoke, half-moaned. My hands roamed her body as my now rock hard cock pressed against her ass. I slide my hands down her body until my.