I returned downstairs and put some fresh coffee on and already I was feeling better or maybe it was having empty nuts that gave a false impression but...either way I was feeling good.Natasha came down for her coffee and I have to say she looked nice in a white tee shirt and a pair of white shorts and judging by the visible panty line it looked like white panties underneath, she thanked me for her coffee and was looking out the window for her taxi which she booked on her arrival last night. “So. I have some very sexy silk dressing gowns you can be naked under.When we arrived Jan was wearing one of her ‘very sexy silk dressing gowns’. Looking more closely we noticed her stiletto heels and black stockings. “Change into these while I watch,” Jan instructed. We did as she very closely watched us undress. Neither of us was sure which of us she appraised more closely, though my cock liked her staring at it.“Love your Brazillian, Mireille,” she smiled.“Do you think Jon will like my outfit,”. Shit I did it again, my ability to pick a bastard was unerring. My knickers were nowhere to be found, shit and double shit, the bastards must have taken them too. I made myself presentable and went back inside to find my friend Shirley."How was it?" she asked."Fucking awful," I said, trying to smile, "you think by now I would have learned." Fucking bastards," she sympathise, "here turn around, you've got grass on the back of your dress." Thanks," I said letting her brush me down, "don't you. Her pretty 40DD were saggy but delicious. Her nipples were erect, due to the fabric of the blouse constantly rubbing her tender flesh. I kept fantasizing about sucking on her taut nipples.Amba asked me to get the ‘deep’ [earthen lamp] so that she could do the arty [Hindu ceremony of showing fire to deities]. As I was setting up the deep, she raised her arms to pull back her long black hair. I couldn’t help but notice her armpits; covered with patches of dark hair Amba lighted the deep as I held.