I heard her coming and sat up. She entered the room and my eyes widened as I looked her up and down. Her hair was tightly pulled back and in a short t...il. From the lighting I couldn't tell if she had makeup on. A white long sleeve shirt and jeans were how she dressed. My heart sank a little thinking I had thought it all wrong. I started to get up but she moved quickly over to me and pushed me back down, moving on the couch beside me.As if in slow motion her hand came up behind my head and. We switched off the lights. I couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about Rajiv staring at my wife’s breasts. The thought of his lust on my wife was very exciting. I wanted him to keep looking at my wife’s beauty.Nisha was half asleep by then and was sleeping with her back towards me. I turned around and put my hand on her boobs, caressing them. She was half asleep but she resisted a little bit and then gave up. As it was dark, maybe she thought nothing would be visible to Rajiv. But I was sure that. The Grand River is a Michigan river that doesn't go near Detroit. Grand River, the street, was mostly west but southish.When the French laid it out, Detroit was kind of little so downtown had more spokes. When the British took over they followed British practice ... the roads they laid out followed the river and the cross streets were perpendiculars to the river.That meant that there were a lot of pie shaped buildings near the French streets. Pie shaped buildings near main thoroughfares meant a. “What exactly could we do in this tiny space?” “Plenty,” he confirmed, his hand still resting on one leg at the base of my skirt, just three or four inches below my centre that had well and truly woken up, stirring at the lewd thoughts flashing through my mind. I wiggled against him suggestively, parted my thighs ever so slightly and liked the reaction. He fondled the hem of my skirt. “Just having your legs like this is driving me crazy.” “I noticed.” He grasped the hem between his fingertips..