As I go to the closet to collect a towel, I remember the bathrobes. Of course! I close the door, switch on the light and pick out an orange, oriental ...obe with a blue dragon motif. It’s a little gaudy, but at least it’s not see-through. I quickly strip down, shove my clothes in a basket marked ‘dirty washing’ and don the robe. I go back out into the room. Petra is unmoved. A thought occurs to me: I should lock our door. But I can’t find a latch. I sigh. Oh well, so much for privacy. No visitor. I told the guys out by the railings. They were happy for me even though their clothes were torn to rags by the elements. He called from the airport. “I’ll be in New York on the 12th,” he said. We danced again. “Who was the last woman before me?” I asked. “I was in love with an evangelical Christian in the Bible Belt,” he said. “God told her not to sleep with me.” “Do you like women who like you?” I asked. “What do you mean?” He looked puzzled. “It’s a simple question. Maybe you only like women. We then moved to her bedroom. I removed her saree, exposing her red blouse. Her blouse covered the sexy shape of her round boobs. The horny married woman removed my jeans and underwear with her teeth and started to suck my dick like a bar of chocolate! I pressed her boobs over her blouse in response. The sexy MILF also sucked my balls.Then I removed her blouse and bra and sucked her boobs and started eating her erect nipples. I played with her soft and sexy boobs and slowly, removed her panty.. Her bra was an unwelcome barrier. Was this the woman whom I knew? The lady so aloof, correct and conventional? Did I really make her into this quivering, excited creature apparently asking for more? I pulled away. We were, after all in a parking lot! Back at home I imagined that moment, that golden second when I shattered her defenses and felt her breasts long and easy. It felt good! I masturbated that night in a hearty release of pent up passion imagining more of her. Once again her naked.