Me—saali ek number ki randi hai, bas mauka chahiye apni gaand mein lauda ghusvaane ka. Chal khadi hoja, khade khade hi teri gaand maarunga aaj. Mumm... khadi ho jaati hai, or mein unki upper body ko jhukaakar unke haath bed ke sirhaane par rakhkar unki gaand ke chhed ko apni thuk se gila karta hu.Or fir dheere dheere apni ungliyaan ghusaakar usse apne hathiyaar ke liye taiyaar krta hu. Mummy—upar vaala har maa ko aisa hi beta de jo apni maa ki gaand ki jamkar sewa kare. Yeh sunkar mere andar ka. "What I don't know, I'm gonna explore. At length."He felt her body language uncoil and she settled beside him more comfortably, her fingertips trailing over the denim of his jeans in slow patterns. It wasn't designed to stimulate—at least he didn't think so—but it did make him squirm, his thigh muscles tensing and releasing."The man always in control isn't so much, is he, Gibbs?" Abby asked. He could feel the smirk on her face even though he couldn't see it and silently vowed to make her pay. I hurriedly tried to sit up, forgetting that I was wearing a very short skirt below. As I tried to sit up, I saw them smiling again. Oh no! In my hurry to sit up I had opened my legs towards the screen, and they could all see my inner thighs as well as panties. I hurriedly rearranged my legs, and hoped that they haven’t managed to see anything.Just then Mukesh smiled and said, wow ruchi, red really looks nice on you. I blushed again. I was wearing red panties and the guys must have seen that. ‘What, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.’ She laughed, and I realised she was hinting at the naked photos of her that had leaked a few years ago. I found myself involuntarily eyeing up her slender legs and her sleek body, all the way up to her petite breasts and I reprimanded myself for it. ‘Anyway, here are your towels,’ I said, passing them to her. ‘I’ll take your stuff into your room.’ I closed the door behind me as I heard her turn on the shower. Despite how wrong it felt, I couldn’t.