“Not out loud. Not now. In a few more hours you’ll be gone.” “Gone.” A word half made of breath. Hawke’s left hand made a hard crawl up ...he front of Echo’s body until he was gripping the base of her throat. The fingers of his right walked deeper into her panties. Walking and raking. Curling down over the curvature of her silken lips. She began to ache and flush. “You’re already gone,” Hawke rasped against her ear. “You’re beyond the reach of men like Trey and me.” “You wouldn’t say that if. 6His hands soothing on my thigh are causing a thrilling sensation in me. To be frank I am enjoying is touch and wish he must talk like that only. I kept my palm on Dad’s palm and pressed.“you know one thing once community people used to play a game called ‘ravikala pandiga’ (festival of blouses)”“what.? Festival of blouses.? What is it, Dad.?”“Why up to that. Even today it is practiced in tribal communities”.“. What is that festival Dad.?“on a full moon day,” Dad was telling “these tribal. She got quiet, but I could tell she was thinking. Finally, she told me that for our tenth anniversary, if I could wait for it and we had a female friend we could trust, one that we were totally comfortable with, she would do it. Not really accepting the promise at face value, I laughed and we fell into a tickle-fight, that fell into kissing, that progressed into some serious love-making before dinner.I had pretty much forgotten about her promise until a couple of months ago. Her thirtieth. I hold my breath as his tanned hands search my pale skinned body. His lips kiss my neck and my body leans into him feeling the warmth of his chest on my back, the beating in his heart lulling me into surrendering to him. A sweet surrender that my burning body cannot be denied. He fondles my breasts gently at first then firmly cupping them in his hands and kneading them searing me with his touch. His arms wrap around me with the mirror watching as I watch his hands exploring my waist, sliding.