..nehi to paisa deke bhaag ja, Bouni kyun kharab kiya??". I hated the room so much, I promptly gave her the money. That calmed her down and she realiz...d that i wasnt just bluffing.There was a pros eating rice and daal there. There was also a "ajji" (grandmother) who asked me "kya hua". I told them that I didn't like the room and had paid and was leaving. I pointed at a relatively better bed and said 'Idhar kyun nehi karte hai?'.The ajji told the pros I had chosen "Jaa idhar hi kaar". The pros. She was so perfect! My eyes were glued to her tits. They were not so big and saggy, but the perfect size and shape. She had pinkish-brown nipples.I wanted to stay at that moment forever. My eyes went down further to her belly, which was flat and creamy white. I couldn’t see her pussy as she was wearing a panty. But even so, her voluptuous body and the dripping wet hair had made me rock hard. I could feel my dick getting hard.Water droplets were rolling down from her hair to her soft pink lips. The thought of touching his cock crossed my mind but I was not as brave or forward a person as my girlfriend.“I’m Aaron and that’s Patty,” he said to me, his hand gently caressing his stiff prick.“Ross and that’s April.”The women were now topless and had sunk to the ground. They were making out in earnest, exploring each other with hands and mouths. The scene felt oddly like it could have come from one of the porn movies April had made as Stacey King. The difference, though, was that this was. What happened long ago isn’t anything to do with me.’ I was afraid to go out, a blackout as I was driving would be a disaster. ‘I… books can’t be magic, I’m hallucinating… books can’t talk. It’s just a dream. But I can’t wake up? I…’ My fingertips touched my face. ‘This is her face not mine. Mine is… underneath…?’ The phone rang. Phones were too… easy. Anyone can talk to anyone, anywhere. So much would have been different if I’d had a phone. Wait, that made no sense… My fingernails caressed my.