I couldhit the snooze button three, four, maybe even five times and still get towork in plenty of time. Now it was different. I needed much more time ...oget ready for work and even missing five minutes could put me way behindschedule. So I turned off the buzzing monster and rolled over to get up.I could feel my hair curlers against the pillow, reminding me of thefitful night's sleep. I needed them, as my long hair wouldn't be ready inthe morning without them. I had gotten adjusted to sleeping. Both had been seen by specialist doctors, but it turned out that Prem was sterile. It was a huge blow, but they managed to work it out with the passage of time. She was also scared of becoming pregnant as Prem would know that it is not his baby. But, in the end, she was willing to face any consequences for our relationship.This is the background on which the succeeding events are based.It was a Saturday night that the Indian wife Anushka rang me at home asking me to come to her house. "Welcome hon.." Megan greeted me with her usual soft, feminine voice and gave me a hug. She looked different. A dark green gown flowed from the shoulders of her petite body up to her knees. A large slit on her chest reveled her tan cleavage, closing just near her nipples. God, she looked sexy! I wanted rip her clothes off and start making love with her. But I was too tired. Instead I just grabbed her by the waist and planted a deep french kiss on her lips. She sighed in pleasure but tried to. Maybe Kirsty had been right all along; maybe I did need more than one woman to cope with my perfectly normal twenty-first century expectations of sex when applied to ninth century girls.It was time to drink some of Fiona's fragrant juices I thought and I released her nipple, kissing a trail over her stomach towards her patch of brown fur. I pushed her onto her back proper and let my tongue lap over her pussy lips, tasting her, thrusting into her tight opening, at last lashing her clit and.