”Me: ” Ha, par unhe bhi maloom hona chaiye ki we too want each other” ( and I Kissed him )Nisarg: “How to do this ??? I am afraid to talk to K...ulavi about this? How can I being a husband ask my wife to sleep with her best friends hubby ? what if she denies ?”Me: “I have got an idea”Nisarg: “What ..shoot”Me: “Aaj rat ko hum charo koi game khelenge, truth and dare, in which I will create such an situation so that dare portion me ekdusre ke partner ke sath kuch kuch karna hoga …… are you getting. " Can you leave him a message that I called?" Certainly."I sat on my pristine bed for a long time, feeling very foolish andashamed. When I finally got up and looked at myself in the mirror, Iwas shocked by the sight of my tangled hair, wrinkled dress and smearedmakeup. Good thing Brad hadn't seen me like this! Screw Jacques, Isaid to myself... Suddenly I was all business, drawing a hot bath,shampooing and conditioning my hair, and dressing myself in my hottestbikini and cutest cover-up. I. As my arms wrap around you I feel delirious with passion and happiness as I gently squeeze you in my arms. In my firm embrace you can feel the sincerity of my heart, you hear the passion within the words I have yet to speak, you know you have touched the last virgin part of my heart. As you straddle my hips and settle your weight on me, against your wet womanhood you feel the steady pulsating of my desire. I slowly reach up and cautiously loosen the towel from around you.I gasp out, "My God!. At one end of the shower room onewall was mirrored glass. We stood in front of the mirror together, cladin matching white dressing gowns but that's where any similarity ended.Fiona was half a head taller than me and the white gown set off her blackskin to perfection. She took me in her arms and we cuddled and watchedourselves in the mirror. In comparison to her I looked pale andapprehensive. It was strange but with my hair in the turban and with thedressing gown wrapped around me I didn't.