She- No, now you go.Me- No, I want to see you in both.She- Ok, I shall send you a pic.Me- No, show now only.She- Please understand.Me- Please let me s...e once.She- Ok, I come after changing, then you see.Me- But I want to see you in lingerie only. Not in any other dress.She – I shall wear a transparent dress, you can see through.Me- No no, I just want to see in my gifted lingerie.She – Please I can’t show like this.Saying this she started to move. I took some courage and held her saree pallu.. "Kiss you" I responded. "OK" she said as she smiled back. The kiss was long and wet and passionate. The temperature in the truck was definitely getting warmer. She asked what we should do next, I suggested we check out the motel she selected and determine what time we could check in.The drive to the motel was short and I got a room that we could occupy right away. The room was small, but cozy. I had brought some wine and she had some candles. As soon as we got in the room we began to kiss. I combed and buzzed away the soft down where her rounded little buttocks grew from her crotch then crept back up to her clitoral hood. With her comb as my protective guide I ever so carefully tapered up the underside of her mound to her curly brown thicket. I neatened up and tapered out its edges then thinned out the tangled triangle of kinky hairs. At that point, I blew the bulk of the clippings down onto the towel then put on her reading glasses to examine my workmanship. What looked OK. "There's this one painting. We had a tour and the guide had us stare at it for a couple minutes. It was just big dark clouds. But they began moving. It was the coolest thing there. After that I kind of got it." Rothko I bet," said Margie."That's right. And then there's that big Jackson Pollock. It moved all which ways. Mom thought I was crazy staring at the monkey art." That's what modern dance is compared to ballet," Marta completed. "It's personal and often abstract but it moves you in.