” I replied, “I shall be very glad to accompany you to your parlor. Well, I am Prem and work as a senior executive in a multinational firm. By th... way, what is your name?” The lady said, “My name is Monica. Here is my card. I am glad that you will be accompanying me to my parlor.” Our journey in the bus was indeed very exciting for both of us. I went on touching and caressing Monica, kissing her on her cheeks, shoulder, arms and lips. Monica’s response was great. She occasionally put her hand. The only signs of her being knocked-up was her breasts. She usually is a 36B and now was lucky to fit into a C cup. Her tits are of the up swooping variety, the way I like them. Topped off with half dollar size nipples were just made for suckings and pinching. Her nipples when aroused are about size of a Milk Dud (no pun intended). Being newlyweds of sorts, our sex life couldnt have been better. We departed for Boston June 1st. We decided to take our time and not rush. As long as we made. There was much less distraction and the report writing went well. Doreen would bring me regular cups of tea and we'd chat a bit. One morning, she brought me some tea and, as she stood by me chatting, I put my hand on the back of her knee and started to slide it very slowly up the back of her thigh. She didn't object at all, even when my hand was far enough up her dress to feel her panty girdle, smooth over her ass. In fact, she leaned over and we kissed.I stood up as we continued to kiss and I. It’s a northern region of defiles and craggy ridges, an offshoot of the range that eventually becomes the Elurran mountains. A short and swarthy people live there, the dour and devout ex-refugees of religious conflict a hundred years ago. Their society is infamously strict, bound by the edicts of its council of elders. Leuna notes your confusion and sighs. ‘Everyone’s always surprised by that. But it’s a long story. Let’s set up camp first.’ While Leuna sets up the camp and starts unloading.