I turned and faced her without saying anything. ‘Nick, can I show you something?’ I nodded. She took my hand and led me upstairs. The door to the ...aster bedroom was closed. The door to my room was open and my suitcase evident against the wall. The door to the guest room was the one she walked to. She opened it and I saw that it wasn’t exactly a guest room. There were personal items in the room. On the nightstand there was a five by seven picture of Sandy and I dancing. On the dresser a hair. I was looking at her pussy, wet pussy; water was flowing over her nude body. Her soft lips seem juicy and I felt like touching her, exploring her body. I got near her and touched her boobs, she saw in my eyes, seem questioning and I was squeezing her boobs with my hands, she let out a moan, throwing her face back and biting her lips. I was pressing them hard, pinching her nipples and pushed her under the waterfall rock. Water was flowing fast from above us and I took her one boob in my mouth. So I said to myself, fuck it, and went ahead and sent him a message.Not even a minute passed, before I got a response back. He wrote, "chilling yo, only 100 bucks and I promos to turn you out with this country dick and ass".I responded back saying, "can you send me a face pic?" and he commented back with his number and a message saying he doesnt put face pics up because he's very private and discreet. Normally that would result in a ending of a conversation. But there was something more, I had. I just enquired about the cable and went back home. Now, something seemed fishy in between. The next day, I had taken a holiday from my office due to some scheduled work. I couldn’t remove that through from my mind about Bhabhi.So once I returned home, I went back to bhabhi’s house in the afternoon. Ankit was out for his job. Bhabhi opened the door and welcomed me in. She offered me lime soda and sat in front of me on the sofa. As we were quite open in our conversation I asked Bhabhi about.