.."Your being tingles in response to the pleasant sound. The echo of the voice beckons you, but as you try to follow, you feel something pulling you a...d chilling your back."..."Your fingers twitch on the cold, rough surface. Instinctively, you know it is stone, but you have no idea how you learned that."Ehm..." Another failure, I presume?" I... She looks different. I can't tell."Someone is talking close by. You understand their words, even that it is you they are talking about. Your senses are. I was wearing two pairs of longjohns under my corduroys and four layers of shirts and undershirts with a warm large jacket topping it all. My wife on the other hand, was dressed in the traditional Indian saree. There is no way to wear many layers underneath so she had worn stockings under her petticoat. On top, she was wearing a traditional blouse which shows a lot of midriff but when it comes to cold winds, you can freeze to death. But anyway, she was wearing a cardigan and a thick Kashmiri. ?Follow me,"?the black man said as he grabbed aclipboard from the table and went into a corner conference room.?"Have aseat."?Slade closed the door behind Don and locked it.?Don thought heheard the click of a lock but surely he couldn't be in trouble here."Here's the sign-up sheet," Slade said giving him a pen.?Don inked in Donna Caring with his cell phone number.?"All done.?Now ifyou'll excuse me, I have some things to do.?I must be going."?"What's the rush, Beautiful? You nervous??Now, some. I felt her cameltoe, then ... WHAT WAS THAT? My finger actually entered her suit, brushing her pubes and her crack. I said: Ah, oops, I think you have a tear in your suit! Uh, oh, she smiled, I guess the stitching came undone (her smile told me she had helped)! She smiled and raised her knees, wrapping her legs around my back. I leaned her against the pool, and inserted my finger deeper into her pussy. She kissed me even harder. I pulled out my finger and "tasted" it, saying: Yummy. .