"I hope you don't mind me asking," Samirah said in a relatively low voice. "Are your companions Indian or Pakistani? Not necessarily, of course, by bi...th, I hope you understand, but by ... er ... allegiance. I've been instructed to keep Indian and Pakistani nationals apart. There's been ever so much trouble in recent months."Gabrielle understood Samirah's concern but she also knew that her response wasn't going to be very helpful. "One's Indian and the other's Pakistani," she said. "I think. What usually has happened over the years is my friend and I take the c***dren out with us and our husbands catch up a week or two later when they finish work .The same happened this year although the k**s are all grown up and go off and do there own thing now .It was one night when the k**s had all gone off to a local club for a big party night my friend and I had settled down with a few bottles of wine in the garden. Earlier in the day we had met two lads staying next door we had established. You have to turn the switch on.” They were both laughing and I could only guess there were hands fumbling between them feeling for the little switch at the base of the strap-on.All I could hear for a few moments were sighs and moans coming from which one I didn’t know. Maybe from both if they got the vibrator working. Then, “Hey, put it back in.”“Shhhhhh, the door didn’t closed. I don’t want to wake them up.” I heard the door to the guest room close and any noises were now muffled.I smiled to. I shuffled into the laundry room and unpacked the dirty clothes from my purse. Then I squeezed up the narrow stairway to my bedroom, fantasizing about a much needed shower. The tension of the long drive would melt away under massaging jets. Stepping out of the steamy bath, I dried myself and went to the mirror to wrap my hair. Accomplishing that deftly, I gave my tight abdominal muscles a self congratulatory thump and left the bathroom naked but for my head. Carefree nudity was one of the.