But it was done, I just kept my eyes on hers as her stream trickled to drops. "I figured since we already know each other intimately, we can dispense ...ith another formality. Close the curtain just for numero dos, OK? She looked at me with resignation. In the usual sitting position on the toilet, her tits rested on her thighs. She sat upright, which lifted them up from there, and grabbed a piece of toilet paper, and, opening her legs, proceeded to dry her vulva. "...alright" she said. I noticed. I moved little further and did the same thing again. This time she allowed keeping my hand as it was. For some time I kept my hand in that position, moving occasionally and feeling her tits. It was a great experience I could sense the warmth and softness of her breast through the fabric of her kurta.My tool became hard. I got up and moved behind her. Slowly I put my hands on her shoulders and started caressing her. I could see that she was enjoying my hand on her shoulders. Then I took one step. She went back to work and soaped his back working down towards his waist when she discovered an additional scar, small and circular, on his back. It was on the left, where his flank would be, his love handles if he had any. The scar was about two inches across, and she wondered what would do that, then she realized what did that. He had been shot. That was the scar of a bullet hitting through him. She grew pale at the thought, and looked at his head. He waited for her to finish, and she went to. The beach was huge, with plenty of good-looking girls and Milfs, and the water was ok. After i played some volleyball with some girls, it was already 01:00 Pm so i told them:"Girls, sorry i cant stay anymore, im starving but maybe we will meet again tonight at the club and have some fun"They all agreed and after that i got back to my hotel, ate something then i took a shower. After few hours i decided to get dressed because it was already 09:00 PM. I chosed a nice looking outfit, i bough some.