I was alonein the bedroom and I woke and then rose slowly.My mind raced back to last night. Had I really? Was that really me?Did I do that? Questio... after question raced through my mind. I feltwarm and tingly still. My bottom felt, well it felt as if someone orsomething had been there. But it felt so good and satisfying.I rose from the comfort of the bed and walked to the full-length mirror. Frankly, I felt a mess. The only thought that came to mind was, riddenhard and put away wet.I. There had been changes in Prtiam over that period. After that last Holi at the ancestral home, Pritam appeared to have changed. He made love to her with a new inventiveness and with many new techniques which surely someone had taken the trouble to teach him. He made up for his slender dimensions with a new vibrancy to his approach to her. Something seemed to have tipped him off on the quality of their sexual intercourse. She loved him too much for that to matter, yet he clearly tried more,. ” Em opened the door. Nona was a tall, coffee-coloured young woman with a willowy figure and evidence of rather pert little breasts. She was probably in her late twenties and was wearing tight low-hip jeans and a little halter top under the three-quarter jacket she took off as she entered the room. She was also wearing ankle boots with seriously high heels, some copper jewellery and a nice smile. Em was immediately entranced. Nona had short curly hair and black, almost agate, eyes. She had. A couple of times I swear she was showing more than normal, and one time, just last week, she stopped in my room and talked a while wearing nothing but the towel. Letting my hand drop to my crotch, I felt my erection pressing against my jeans. "Shit," I thought to myself. "I hope Brooke didn't see that, or, maybe she did? Maybe that was the reason she said we would have a good time."All night long I thought of Brooke in that towel, and about our weekend together. With a vision of her that night.