Bhabi ne mera dono hath apni breast par rakh diya or boli mera lalu ram dabao or choose meri chuchyon ko me bhabi ki chuchyan ko bra ka uper sa he dab... raha tha mena bhabi ki bra ko kinch kar utarna ki try ki to bhabi hass di or boli mera lalo ram wait kar or bhabi na apni bra ka huk kual diya mena bhabi ki bra ek tarf fank di or bhabi ki ek chuchyi ko apna muha me bar liya meBhabi ki chuchyon ko buri traha choose raha tha bhabi ko dard be ho raha tha bhabi boli raja aram se kar lakin me kanha. So I knowingly allowed the bus movement to make fingers of my leg touch the back portion of her leg. It was neither the tickling nor the proper soft rub. The touch was just good enough for someone realise that something was touching the leg. Sandhya, did not move her legs nor show any signs of disgust.Though my heart was beating fast but it was my gun which had started its salute. Silence meant either she was in deep sleep or enjoying. So I made my next move, I started using my legs more. The confusion of right and wrong was back. My breath was gone and my heart was racing. Racing is really an understatement. My heart was pounding. I could feel the blood surging through my veins and the anxiety rushing through me. I took Steven’s hands and walked slowly backward. Our lips never parted and our skin never separated. The bed came up against the back of my legs and I sat down. I released my hands from Steven’s and placed them on his hips. I looked up into his eyes and felt his hand. ’ We met in the hotel bar. He was sitting at the bar nursing a whiskey and water. I stepped in the doorway, looking for him. Our eyes met, a smile spread across his face, a smile emerged on mine. Just like the movies, the room of people faded and we only saw each other. He was still in his suit. His tie was loosened just the smallest amount, a light five o’clock shadow was on his face, he stood. I walked to him, held out my hand to introduce myself. Before I knew it I was wrapped in an embrace.