I told him that, while catching my breathing and running my hands over his chest. I knew he’d give me that arrogant little grin, like he knew that ...is cock is the best I’ve ever had. Oh fuck, it feels so good, he feels so good.“Mmm, Scott,” I moaned, rolling off him, my eyes going to his big, white, mushroom headed dick. “Yeah, baby?” the twerp said.“Don’t be so arrogant, Scott. You may be the best I’ve ever had, but there’s someone else who came in a very, very close second.”“Heh, ok,. Clipped footsteps came out onto the terrace. Somehow I knew it would be her, and it was. I saw her in profile, and slightly above me, as she came out onto the terrace and walked to the thick iron balustrade at the edge of the top-most level, about half a metre above where I stood, maybe three metres away. Her figure was stunning - slender but not-too-thin waist, long legs, and a generous bust perfectly balanced by a shapely backside. She swung her hips in an easy, sensual way as she walked,. She was having the other upper berth like mine. I was not having any wrong intention for her, so I was just playing chess with my son and my wife started chatting with her and we came to know that her name is Ananya(Anny). She works in Noida and stays in PG as her husband stays in abroad and Anny didn’t get the visa so she is continuing her job.Time was passing as usual and we had lunch and went to have some rest. I noticed that Anny was observing me that how I am taking care of my son and. All of this helped me stay incharacter, but it was still not enough. Philip wanted to know what waswrong.When he thought something was wrong, he brought me the hangover pills andlovely, oh-so-sweet tequila. He sat down next to me. His hand caressed myexposed thigh. Since I had agreed to the charade, Philip treated me likea woman. I think he may have had a pantyhose fetish. He liked to strokemy nylon-covered skin. My nipples always responded when he did."Wait, wait, I can't stand it anymore,".