”Bipasha gestured the DJ and the music started, a slow beat, erotic sound with some jungle sounds mixed in and at some point a thunder and rain soun...s in the background, you know the rain sound does starting women to have certain urges...Bipasha started to dance, legs together, knees swaying from side to side, sliding her hands on the side of her body and back, cupping her tits and moving them up, touching her ears and up above her head and repeating these movements. Most people eyes were. ‘Oh, fine, fine. The house has been rented for six weeks at one go!’ ‘Brilliant. Who are they?’ ‘I don’t know. They’re from England, Rita, not from the States.’ ‘Oh wow – that’s a far way off!’ Evelina nodded. ‘I hope they like it here,’ she said. ‘But if they don’t…’ ‘Yes. But what if they don’t turn up, like the last ones?’ Evelina shrugged and smiled. ‘Paid in advance,’ she said. ‘If they don’t turn up I’ll find new people. That would be really nice!’ Then Marguerite looked at her sharply.. Not 24 hours of their meeting anyway. He looks her over. Not at all sure what he should do. His body responding to the all too familiar musky scent of passions in the air. His member starts to swell involuntarily as he starts to recognize her condition. Extra length to her nipples. Her puffy areola pressing them harder into the material of her clothes. The sweat on her face and the flutter of her tummy. Her body is still jittery as she rolls onto her hands and knees. She engulfs his length. “Where’d you think your going Charlie Bear?” Lottie looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he used her childhood nickname. He was staring at her intensely, hunger and greed in his squinty brown eyes. “Get in the shed.” he stepped close to her and pulled away the material from her right breast, yanking her nipple and pulling her in the direction of the wooden cabin that stood at the bottom of his garden. “Owch,” she protested, though he didn’t let go and Charlotte felt a fresh gush of her juices.