I was imagining her beautiful breasts and her shaven pussy under that sari, when suddenly she turned around and asked me Rohan, what really happened i... the drawing room today? How come my sari was out of place when I was relaxing at your home?I was hoping that she would not realize what happened, but women are better in sensing things amiss. I told her the truth. I told her frankly your sari had fallen off in your sleep. Your body were so inviting, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you but after some. "Where the hell are you?" I asked quietly."The one with the fancy French name, where else would I take Laurance for dinner?" he asked."You are kidding. Her name isn't really Lawrence is it?" I was wondering, if I had been fooled by a transvestite."It's Laurance the French pronunciation," he said."So what does her plumbing look like?" I asked with a giggle."I'm sure it is just like yours dear, now come say hello then leave us alone to finish our meal. And you owe me a hundred bucks," he said. From there it was through the lobby and down the hallway to their room. Liz held his drink while he operated the key card and let them in, and then followed him in as he held the door. They continued through to the small balcony. The night breeze was warm and redolent with the smells of the flowers in the jungle.“It’s beautiful out here tonight,” sighed Liz.“But not as beautiful as you,” replied Bob.“You’re sweet. Corny, but sweet,” she returned.“Go turn out the lights. Let’s just sit and drink. He looked at me, “She’s the first who’s been able to take me like that, Jace.”She kissed him and the moans through their touching lips was loud. Their French kiss continued while his biceps bulged repeatedly as he easily lifted her 125-pound body and then dropped her to fully seat himself inside her, each time bringing his ‘solution’ almost out before letting go. The lips through which he entered again and again were abused by the stretch from the Willow Switch, but that pain-pleasure abuse.