A LOT of fun.” He grinned, but not easily. “But we both have people at home that we love, and who love us, and who would never understand what jus... happened; hell, I barely understand it myself.” I dropped the levity, and took a more serious tone. “But I’m not sorry, not for a minute. This has been coming a long time, no?” He nodded. “Take the weekend; spend it with your wife. Love her. But think about us, too. And on Monday,” I said, touching his face, “we’ll figure this out. You’re still my. There was nothing holding him back. His big charcoal eyes, broad shoulders and six foot one hard body had me wet before he even opened his mouth. It was Saturday afternoon on a hot New Delhi train heading towards the airport. I was reading my first Hindi novel that shook the draws right off my beautifully shaped ass. It was about sex in the morning, afternoon and night it transcended everything I knew about the Kama Sutra. I was wiggling in my seat with a hot wetness. I wanted to suck Raj's. .Tennille was actually very innocent when she first asked me around to fix the leaking laundry pipes. Well I told Shane not to buy a fix it up place unless he had the time to fix it up. Any way the dripping pipes gave me a chance to fill Tennille’s seeping wet slot.The laundry would go close to being the most unsexist place in the house. You know dirty socks, wet towels and yesterday’s underwear: not an attractive sight.Any way I was building up a sweat under the laundry cabinet, removing,. I was late for the appointment. I noticed my cunt was on fire and I could feel my juices were soaking the bed sheets. But now I was in a hurry…I jumped out of bed and got a very quick warm shower.I dried my body and threw on some tight leggings and a loose sweatshirt. Glancing in the mirror, I noticed my hardened nipples were poking through the thin material. I completed my outfit with a pair of tall black boots and headed out to my car.Once at the doctor's office, I sat down in the waiting.