"What do you mean - what's that?" I said. "What does it look like?" Oh," she said "You know what I mean. How come it's doing that?" Hmmmm" I said. "We...l, now, let me think ... beautiful girl ... naked ... great boobs ... I'm playing with her hair ... Gee Shawna, I can't imagine why it's doing that." No! Really, how come ... you think I'm beautiful?" Come on Shawn" I said huffily "You know you're good looking. Guys slobber all over you. Don't play coy. You aren't any good at it."She stared up at. Groaning, I tentatively opened my eyes to find a large brass container being held below my face. A pair of rough, tanned hands gripped the sides, holding it steady. Slowly, my eyes followed the muscles of the forearms up to a pair of pleasantly bulging biceps connected to bronze shoulders that seemed to gleam in the muted lighting. Up a thick neck to a square, stubbly jaw to a pair of eyes that beckoned at my memory. They were so familiar and yet I was at a loss as to where I knew them from.. I started living with him. After few days we are getting close even he was a muslim which i worried about as a conservative brahman hindu lady. But day by day he was getting arrogant, more rude. He even sometimes tries to indirectly tease me as i was a hindu.(After 1 week), One day i finished taking shower and got out dressed in a sari. I saw he was touching my traditional golden hindu om chain. I ran to it and quickly snached it and said,"Don't touch it! It's my sacred religious chain, i wore. I licked her, long slow licks that started at the base of her cunt, slowly rose to her clit and then returned to the base of her cunt again. Jeanne pushed her hips forward exposing her anus. I knew what she wanted. During our telephone conversations while I was in Tucson, Jeanne had been very open about her penchant for anal play. I decided to tease her. Each time my tongue returned to the base of her cunt, I came a little closer and lingered just a little longer near that illicit place. I.