I had gotten myself soaked with the crazy thoughts running through my head. I hung my panties on the rail and looked up to pull this chain. The water ...rickled out slowly and passed through a device that looked as if it would hold salts or oils and bounced off my neck in manner I had never seen or felt. A sheen of silky liquid careened over my breasts. I could feel the salts in the water and the slick coating made me tingle all over. I ran my hands through the water that was working its way down. This time, it worked perfectly. This time, she was speechless. In fact, so was everyone who saw it. The bartender was awed, and nearly dropped a bottle of champagne when she rounded the bar corner and saw it. Under the red heat lamps the yellow color took on a flaming orange hue, and glowed like a burning love log on the platter. And that was when one subtle but distinct difference between ice and lemon jiggler made itself known. After a few minutes under the heat lamps even the beefiest. One day I asked her for her number and she gave it to me as she was unaware of my intention.I texted her in the night at 10 o’clock and the conversation was like this,Me- hello di, pehchani?Rubi- yes, tera number save tha mere pas.Me- to kbhi sms kyo nhi ki?Rubi- muje lga to bs padhai krta haiOur conversation went on for 2-3 hours but nothing happened interesting that night, now we started talking much like a friend. One day I sent a adult sms to her and she got fired on me and said this to tau. All three of them looked at Rose who was like a half-naked petite goddess wearing only a yellow bikini and mirror-shades. Ocean waves gently caressed the elegant curves of her figure, her long irresistible legs, and her perfectly shaped hips, while her warm innocent smile could easily disarm anyone who had eyes. It was hard to believe that this gorgeous blonde was forty years old.“I’m afraid,” continued Sonya, “I’ll be jealous if you sleep with her. I don’t want to share you guys with anyone..