’ The waiter came and Martie picked up the tab. ‘The price of admission.’ She said as I protested her generosity. When we got back to her flat, ...artie wasted no time, popping a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring two very large, very full glasses. We drank them until they were almost empty, laughing and gabbing about things in general when Martie said, ‘I’ll be right back and I want to hear all the sordid details of your adventures!’ And left me sitting on her lounging leather couch. While Martie. But, by the looks of them, they weren't thinking about their little girls.It seemed like my wardrobe selection had backfired. Especially when a light breeze trickled through the room when one of the guys opened the door of the porch. My nipples, though not extremely large or sensitive, suddenly came to life. Glancing down, it was unmistakable. I suddenly felt naked, and crossed my arms - rousing the fixated eyes of one of the men. But to use my hand of cards, I had to move my arms, and to move. What she saw in those eyes made her gasp. Burning pleasure gripped her as his powerful scent washed over her senses, the intensity and desire for her in those eyes was like a physical force reaching for her, wrapping around her. Her jade eyes went a little wider when she felt his manhood brush against her dripping center, so wonderfully massive and dominating. He was so much larger than she remembered, and her lips parted in breathless gasps as he dragged the entire length of his pulsing,. "Malabar Hill has an amazing temple. Oh, Sahib!" he said, brightening. "Let me tell you a true story about the old temple. When the three goddesses, Mahakali, Mahalakshmi..." Spare me your tall tales of the so-called Gods and Goddesses. I'm an enlightened gentleman and won't pretend to be awed by them. Besides, I've been there. That temple has a certain charm, and the statuary, with its twisted limbs and placid faces is interesting, but it is not cool enough."Ananda muttered something that.