Then they came and groaned, swore and pushed each other away.“Fucking nympho !”, cried Jennifer“Dyke !”, yelled Jill“We’re a fucking mess ...hanks to you”, continued Jennifer“Don’t tell me you weren’t willing”, argued JillPutting their thong back in place and their blouse inside their skirt, the two lesbians got out of their stall and spent some time in front of the large mirror, washing their face and hands, and putting their lipstick back on. Jennifer loaned Jill a special product in stick-form. I was happy that I was finally not returning dry.She was happy that she finally agreed to come with me to OYO. Else she would have missed out on something great. We walked through the lanes and by-lanes, through dim city lights in the swift breeze with holding hands. I found myself looking at her beautiful face while she spoke and laid her head on my shoulder.And one question suddenly struck my mind, “Did I just fall for this girl? Have I already fallen in love with her without my knowledge?. The waiter called Raul led us into his office and soon came back with the owner. This guy was called Marco and I told him that somehow I had mislaid my wallet or left it behind.The guy was not that sympathetic with us and told me that this always happened and that he was fed up with tourists trying it on. He told us that we could both go and work in the kitchen and help clean up for the rest of the night. I imagined my wife in high heels, mini skirt and her tight top in all that mess with the. Manisha: What happened, babe? Are you not feeling well? (She moves her face towards Shurti’s so that she can kiss her.)Shruti: Nothing! I am fine. (Shruti looks away with frustration.)Manisha: Then tell me what happened? Why are you ignoring me like this? I came all this way to meet you, and you are here treating me like that?Manisha gets angry and moves away. Shruti turns towards Manisha and gets closer to her.Shruti: No, babe! Actually, I am getting sick. As much as I enjoy your touch, not.