“Whoaa! I mean… What? What is it, Bhabhi? What were you telling me?” I asked her, hastily, trying my best to give her the impression that I am s...ill sober.“Ohh, Kapil. My bra! I forgot to take my bra! Can you be a good boy, and please take it out for me?” she requested to me, in a very taunting way. But yet sounding extremely casual.I was just startled. That was the last thing I wanted right then. I knew I was going to react very strongly against her unacceptable, insensitive behavior. But only. The way she was moving her ass was driving me crazy. I went behind and hugged her from the back. My dick was literally poking her ass. I lifted her and went to the bedroom and slowly kept her on the bed.We were in that hug position for more than 5 minutes. Then she took the chocolate and started eating it. Suddenly she took one piece and held it by her teeth. She came near me we started eating it from both ends. Finally, our lips met. The taste of chocolate and her lips were like caramel along. We laid together cuddled up in the sheets, and I was in heaven. Tomorrow was our last day, and I didn't want it to come. As we laid and talked, Jordan said, "You know, I'm enjoying just spending time with you. You're an amazing person." "I'm loving this time with you, I never want this trip to end. You're an amazing guy." We smiled at each other for a couple of moments, just looking at the other. I cuddled up closer to him and he held me close. We talked about life, and just felt the comfort of. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, working the finger up and down the long, slick, hot rut, gouging it deep into her vagina, sliding back to the top of the furrow again. "Eeeeeiiiii," she panted, feet planted far apart, heels dug into the bed, frenzied ass bumping and grinding as she whipped her hand back and forth in her snatch, rapidly soaring toward an orgasm.Just as she slammed into it, fingers buried in her cunt, thumb prodding her stinging clit, the telephone rang. The sound did nothing.