“Did we park on five or six?” she asked the moon. “It was five, wasn’t it? I’m sure it was five.”She climbed the stairs and stumbled out o...to the fifth level. Through her drunken haze, she searched for Jack’s car. The car park was cold, damp and dimly lit. Several of the fluorescent strip-lights overhead were smashed. It reminded Carol of a set from one of the slasher movies she’d watched in her youth. She half-expected a masked axeman to jump from the shadows and start chasing her. There were. Whenever she planned a lewd little party of her own, the curvaceous blonde girl hedonistically strove to get the most out of it. And why not? After all, if one had to be her own lover in order to receive satisfaction, then a narcissistic approach wasn't so far out of order, was it?For a few moments, Beth sat on the edge of the bed nibbling and drinking, actually taunting herself with further lust-filled thoughts of all that had happened to her the past two days. She arose finally, the gin warm. Me: We need some oil for the massage. I will be back in a jiffy.Sonal: Don’t take too long.Me: God knows I don’t want to leave you for a minute babe. But fate has different plans.Sonal: That sounds very very cliched.Me: It’s from the heart.I took the spare room card from the table and dashed out. There was a nice little spa on the ground floor. I went to the front desk and asked if I could buy some light, non-greasy massage oil. They offered me a pack of herbal oils they had on sale, and I. I said, don’t worry aunty, your rahul is there to take care of you super soft breasts.With this I increased my pace of fondling and now I was passionately massaging her breasts. Aunty was definitely loving this. Her moans were clearly saying that. Then I turned her around and we both started kissing hungrily. We were nicely tasting each other’s lips and tongue.My hands were massaging her ass, and I gave 2 to 3 slaps on her ass through her saree. She broke the kiss and said, Rahul, you.