" Nope. Try again." Dana has invited you to go and get pampered in a local spa, then shopping on the plaza with a late brunch somewhere in town." Clos... enough. Dana did invite me to get pampered in a local spa, but we are not going shopping. We are going get a manny-petty after our spa treatment then a late lunch at her place." Cool. When do you have to be where?" She hoped that I make it to the spa by 10 so that we can get facials, massages and a body wrap to cleanse ourselves of the stress of. Linda and her husband had one young son aged 2.Linda and I kept in touch via emails and phone when I was not at work,though whenever I visited I could not take my eyes off her perfect breasts. Then out of the blue I received a call from Linda informing me she was emigrating to the USA. After I final visit where we shared a great kiss and cuddle she was gone and soon even the emails dried up.I thought that would be the last I heard from Linda but how wrong I was to be.About three years passed. Chandan noticed it and stopped sweeping. Bela pulled it up, until it was at waist level, then stopped. Chandan stared. She stared back. A minute went by, and Bela started pulling it upwards, exposing her stomach. She paused again. Chandan went back to sweeping. That really annoyed Bela. She dropped the kameez back down, and closed the window angrily.This had not gone how she had planned it. What Bela had in mind, without knowing the exact term back then, was being a "cocktease". She had planned. "I see I arrived just in time," she said, leaning over us, and nibbling the side of my neck.I moved my hands down Dixie's stomach, to the opening of her too short dress, and touched the fabric covering her crotch. It was already wet. I pressed against where I figured her clit would be, and was rewarded with a throaty moan from the brunette.Amber pulled Dixie from my lap, and I was disappointed, until she leaned over and planted her lips against mine, her red hair falling down on my shoulders..