I trace with my fingers and fingernails long swirling patterns on you, and then retrace them. I breathe in your smell. I pull the towel from your head...and tangle my fingers in your wet hair, up to the nape of your neck. I move my mouth to taste your nipples, teasing them with my lips. I can hear you humming along to the music. You move your weight fractionally and press down, then lean back a little. It’s a slow, subtle movement. We could spend hours this way. That doesn’t matter because none. The girls arrived back at the house at around one, which I suppose is technically after lunch but Mark and I had been so busy on the Playstation we hadn’t noticed. Besides, we’d been snacking all morning so it’s not like we could rely on our stomachs to tell us it was time to eat. So we texted Jem and agreed to meet up in The Union bar for a couple of pints, some pizza, a few games of pool and a general catch up.We headed back to the house at six, stopping off on the way at the chippy by Jak’s.. Ab mai sirf ek chaddi me thi. Mama ne mujhe apne pas bulaya. Wo chatai pe bethe hue thay. Ek hath se pankha jhal rahe thay. Mai unke pas beth gayi. Wo mujhe bhi hawa karne lagey.Kuch der baad unhone mujhe unke thigh pe sir rakh kar letne ko kaha. Mai late gayi. Thori der bad jab mene apna sir mama ki taraf ghumaya to ajeeb sa najara dekha. Mene dekha mama ke dhoti se kuch bahar nikla hua hai. Wo kale rang ka tha aur khara hua tha. Mene mama se pucha – ye kya he mama. Unhone kaha – hath se pakar. Everything around us seems to disappear. I feel him unzip his pants, and without a word, he penetrates me in the middle of the dance floor. I lean in closer, the movement to the soft melody is minimal. I feel him in and out of me. Our moans, barely audible to each other, propel us in a voyage of pleasure. He guides our dancing towards the edge of the dance floor, and when the song ends he takes my hand and leads me quickly to the bathroom. Pulling me inside and locking the door behind us. He.