He had made 2 full bags, each capable of putting an entire stadium of people to sleep. One, he was keeping for himself. Why wouldn't he? After all the...hard work, he surely had no reason to hand it all over to anybody. As for the second bag though. He had big plans.George was now capable of having an entire city grovel at his feet, but he also knew that keeping the bag would be less fun. The problem is, he had nobody close to give it to. No lover, no family, no friends. In fact, all of his close. He continued to wear them without them. We didn’t object and Aradhana got ready in few minutes. She was looking stunning and we descended downwards toward Prakash Chand hall. A priest was standing there already but he was looking funny than actual priests looks. It was sure that he was some kind of actor instead of an original one. Before the ritual could begin Prakash Chand passed us a notarised bond paper and asked us to read it carefully. We read it and found to be a declaration of Aradhana. Suddenly there was a hand cupping one of her breasts, rubbing the erect nipple, and a soft weight over the tops of her thighs, enticing another moan from deep inside Hannah. She opened her eyes to see that in her haze of pleasure she'd failed to notice Samantha arrive, strip off, climb in the tub, and straddle her.Samantha reached down under the water and lightly stroked Hannah's wrist, sliding her finger along the hand and in to join Hannah's now still ones. She leaned forward until her lips. The sun filtered through the mist causing each tiny droplet to reflect glints of sparkling gold and sky blue light. I was lying there, draped over the front steps of the house where my lover had been staying after he left his wife. My head gently resting on my crossed arms perched at the top of the steps. Instead of the business suit I had worn all day, I was wrapped in a long, sheer, pale, rose skirt tied just above my hip. My left leg exposed, bare from my waist. A scarf, of the same fabric,.