I spread my legs in front of her, hoping she would get the hint and finally push her fingers inside me, but whether she didn't get it, or simply enjoy...d teasing me, I wasn't sure. The fact that I was offering myself to almost a complete stranger only served to arouse me even more.I whined softly as she left her fingers nestled between my wet, puffy lips, and gently toyed with my clit, while she held my left ass cheek with her other hand, and her thumb played with my butthole. It felt so good!. Then, taking me by surprise, she put my left hand around her shoulder and tangled her legs with mine inside the blanket.Nupur: Take a deep breath, it’s ok to touch.Me: Careful dear, your boyfriend may wake up.Nupur: Don’t worry, he won’t wake up.Me: How are you so sure?Nupur: Because he dicked me!Me: What kind of language is that?Nupur: Jiju, relaxSo we relaxed for a bit without talking. Nupur cuddled close to me inside the blanket. I could feel her silky hair on my bare shoulder, turning me. ‘It’s just a posh word for helping people have better sex,’ she continued. She went onto to describe her practice back in America, It was nice to learn that she had spent time in Cambridge, England, for her doctorate degree. ‘You haven’t had sex with your wife for a while, your marriage is on the rocks, you love wearing her knickers, and you fantasise about threesomes,’ she said smilingly. ‘Pardon me,’I said nervously, almost choking on my rum. She laughed, tilting her head back, looking. "Hello, Bob? This is Amy McMullen. You sold us our Maytag dishwasher last year and it's full of dirty water and it won't pump out." Have you tried hitting cancel and drain?" Yes, but it won't do anything. Could you come out tomorrow and take a look at it?" Sure. What time works for you, Amy?" Anytime after 8 is good. I'll be home until noon." Fine, I'll be there first thing then."Now Amy is the wife of Michael McMullen, the minister of the local Baptist church. He also teaches church.