Often, they'd dive into an unoccupied room, or hide in the trees behind the house, or something similar, with their lips locked in the mortal combat o... sensuality.While still not experts, or totally competent at the act, they were a lot more comfortable with it than they were. They'd moved beyond the constant giggling every time their tongues touched, or when they'd been kissing more than a few seconds. Their inclination to want to touch themselves had grown much stronger over those few days. Priya : hubby went out of station on business trip for few days.Alex : Hmmm its nice. Had your dinner.Priya : yes, you?Alex : no am having my drink.Priya: drinking why?Alex : am alone so to kill time.Priya : do you have girlfriendAlex : no I broke up long back, what about you?Priya : I think you forgot I am married hahahaAlex : I know your married but having boyfriend is not wrong.Priya : yes but my hubby is not innocent in thinking he is not broad minded. Cant have boyfriend cant take. I found this out the hard way when I was sitting in the living room watching TV with my sister after school. Her name is Rebekah (Bekah to friends and family), two years younger then I. She managed to get the red head gene that is in our family and very fair skinned, and the deepest green eyes youve ever seen. She also has a thin but athletic body, on the cheerleading team, and vying for captain of the high school cheerleaders by her junior year. We were sitting watching TV as I looked over at. On one hand I wanted to stop it, to go back to the way we were, but on the other I had never seen her more beautiful than when she was a slut –and yes, a whore. I was actually proud of her ease with her sexuality: sitting there as she was openly fondled and obviously enjoying it, watching as she made the "walk of shame" and watching her spread her legs and welcome 9 strange Black men to use her while her wedding ring-adorned hands urged them on had aroused me. Something had awakened deep within.