I desperately wanted to knead her soft gudda. So I too got out of my chair and walked discreetly towards her direction. She was standing in front of t...e Chicken biryani dish. But for me, she looked like a ‘sex biryani’. I stood beside her and said, “Hi!”.She looked at me as if startled by a stranger. I knew she was acting. As nobody was nearby, I got confident and said, “You are beautiful.”She remained silent, serving biryani into her plate. I got irritated by her silence as I was not new to. ..Twenty minutes later I was knocking at her door. She came to open with a glass full of bourbon in her hand. Her makeup was so fucking sexy and she was wearing a pale green summer dress and high heels.“Are you sure of this, girl?” I asked her, taking the glass from her soft hand.Her answer was only point me at the garage, telling me to wait her there.Two minutes later she stood by the inner garage door; she shut it turned the lights on. As we stood there she said “There, by this work station. So be very careful and move fast. He did not move a bit and his eyes enjoying the sight of his lifetime probably to see from the front a matured woman peeing out. Maya could not sit like that any more and got up with drops of urine still coming out of her hole and quickly pulled her sari down with her left hand as she was holding the pad in her right hand. Uday almost dragged her out of that ant heap and she noticed that what he was telling was absolutely true. Red ants were all over. I explained that everyone was different and that no one knew whether decibel levels were any indication of orgasm quality across individuals. I also told him that if he learned his way around us well enough, that he could do that for and to you.”“What did he say to that?”Celeste’s face took on a loving mien and she answered, “He said, and I quote, I’ll endeavor to be that good for her. Goddess, that sounded incredible; end quote.”Heather asked the rhetorical question we had each asked at one.