He tried to figure out what it was, but it slipped away.“It’s a whole-body intense vibrator and you think I’ll get bored of it?!” Viv question... disbelief written on her face.“So, storytime,” he said, turning towards his companions. “I’m about as in deep as you two are now. Do I get to know what’s going on?” he asked, looking between the two women. A feeling of uneasiness brushed across the back of his neck again.“How long until we reach the closest gate?” Helen asked, looking at Viv.The younger. I offered to give him help to get to the sofa where he wanted to lay down, but he refused and fell down on the floor after taking three or four steps. I took him to the sofa and made him to sleep there. Smruti was standing behind the sofa and watching everything. I came behind smruti and touched her on her arse. She smiled and bent down to see how amit was feeling from the back of the sofa. I immediately sat down on the floor so that amit could not see me and inserted my hand inside smruti’s. That gets complicated---but, in one way, yes, I do regard myself as sexually less 'adequate' (I'll use that word for now ) than Omar; and largely because he truly was, and is, sexually superior to me; and so he was the perfect choice to get Mara pregnant. But, let me add here something that's important to remember---By saying that I think Omar was (and is) sexually superior to me, that does not mean I regard myself as 'worthless!' I just see it as being honest about my own sexual virility as a. That much smart is she. I had never seen her in saree before marriage. She got married to a far relative (arranged). Now there is a great change in her.Her husband (my bava) is a software profession. Kavitha (akka) wear normal dress till evening. In Hindu tradition (our family) the ladies get their bath in the morning. My aakka is totally different. She take bath every evening by 7pm. My bava (sis husband) come home by 7pm. By the time she takes bath and every day she wear saree. Sometimes in.