As we snogged my hand felt her tits and after a few minutes she said “What do you take me for” as I smiled I took her hand and placed it on my ere...tion, “Ooooo” she said as she rubbed me, I unbuttoned my jeans and she rubbed me as my hand lifted up her skirt I was soon rubbing the front of her knickers.As I fingered her slowly she was breathing heavier as I glanced over her shoulder Nigel was looking forlorn, “Feel her tits Nige” as he came up behind her his hands fondled her breasts, as I. She sat there for a few minutes indeed drawing comfort from him. ‘He’s so gentle and kind,’ she thought. ‘I wonder what Dad would have been like to me if he’d been alive’. She mentally kicked herself. ‘If he’d been alive none of this would ever have happened. I wish it hadn’t but then... ‘The tears returned and she turned her head into his neck. Reflexively his hand went to her head and he stroked her hair again, more than stroking it: running his fingers through it and gently massaging her. I told yes. Girls almost reveal their cleavage here in Delhi. And my eyes went to her cleavage. She covered it noticing my eyes. I became a bit bold and straightened my legs so as to show my tent. She quickly glance it. I began to talk further. I told that live in relations are not uncommon here and talked about few other affairs of my friends about call girls etc. She told to me to sleep. A small bulb was on. I won’t sleep. After about half an hr. she seemed as if sleeping. In the dim light I. Regardless, my lifestyle was much different than the one to which I had become accustomed growing up in Bel Air. I finally found my keys on top of the stove and ran out the door. It was way too late to take the subway so I hailed a cab and made my way to Chelsea. I was dropped off in front of the gallery where I work minutes before opening and threw the key into the lock and ran inside. I threw my Fendi bag down on the desk, turned on the lights and ran to the back and quickly made a pot of.