'Now what am I going to do when he comes back' she asked?'Give him a smile and he will fall at your feet' she replied.'Pushpa' cried Smitha frowning.'...ll men are like that and he is no exception' she said as her hand slid to her buttocks.'He is your husband, remember it' Smitha said.'No, he is a man first and then a husband. All men crave to have this' she said fondling her buttocks.Hearing the bold statement from Pushpa excited her and leaning her body upon hers she asked 'would you allow him. ’ Inside my mind’s eye I pictured modern dragons lumbering across the sand dragging their giant scaly bodies and leaving pattered indentations in their wake. Our conversation continued for about an hour until we reached the top of the trial without having passed a soul. We seemed utterly alone in the gentle filtered sun. I sat on a smooth-topped rock by the little waterfall where the shallow clear water pooled up to a grassy edge. ‘Do you want a peanut pack?’ I offered, wishing I had packed. It hummed to life in my palm, tickling me.With the glass back in position I sat totally naked in the chair listening to the woman next door. She had to also be naked by now. My free hand lazily traced the outline of my pussy lips with the vibrator, tingling and warming my centre in equal measure. The buzz echoed insistently from the walls and I wondered if it was audible next door over the sound of her much larger machine and rhythmic panting.She began gently spanking herself; the cracks of. As much action as I had today, I was still a complete moron when talking to girls. "I'll just take that as a yes, I suppose." She laughed a little bit before walking up to me. She bent over when near me so that our faces were very close, before I felt her hand on my crotch. "Is this seat taken?" She turned around and without a second thought, sat down onto my lap, laying back onto me."Oh God," I muttered, as I felt her bare ass gyrate into place over my crotch. Just then the thought hit me that.