” Reema said, “Control dear. Look at those African guys. I am desperate toe screwed by them now.”Now their main plan was to look out for African...and British men respectively for Reema and Monica. So in the afternoon, after lunch they decided to go to the pool to show their Indian bodies to the foreigners and search for partners. Reema was in pink bikini and Monica was in red bikini.They were looking gorgeous and sexy but hesitating to go out. Reema said, “Dear I am feeling uncomfortable to go. ..which is highly unusual for me...but, I guess it was the fact of her really posh accent, which threw me completely? “Aw,” she said in a husky voice, “You're all embarrassed,” as she breathed deeply down the side of my neck and nibbling my ear lobe. “How sweet.” “Now how can I make it up to you, I wonder?” The train eventually arrived and it was one of the old slam-door types and we got in and sat next to each other, with a compartment full of commuters - newspapers stuck in front of faces and. They play over my body like a breeze, kissing my every curve and teasing the hollows. Your eyes follow the flickering light as it highlights the curve of my breasts, barely covered by the thin material of my top. Erect nipples cast their own shadows across the clingy material. The rising and falling of my breasts with each breath plays shadows across my belly, making your eyes trail down my body. Shadows slide across my belly as the flickering rays of light dip into my navel and highlight the. The guys had gone over under one of the trees, and were talking about a ball game they had watched earlier, leaving the girls to talk among themselves. They were discussing their shopping trip. Especially the guys that had been looking them over, and comparing their attributes. Mary had dropped a bombshell when she told them that they could judge the size of their equipment by looking at their fingers. She had even called the guys over and had them hold out their hands. They already knew how.