I'd never been spoken to like this before. I was suddenly hyper-aware. Of his breath on my neck. Of the weight of my earrings. Of the scent of my ...erfume. My shaven smooth thighs, rubbing ever so slowly together, as I tried to keep my own excitement from popping out of my satiny/spandexy panties.I turned my head to meet his gaze, and I was going to say "okay", but I never got the chance. He kissed me. Oh, god, he kissed me. His lips met mine, and mine parted to welcome his tongue in. . Towards the end of our courtship and then in the first year of our marriage, Urvashi had gotten progressively wild and adventurous in our teasing games. I still had some boundaries I wanted to push and if we had continued down the path, we would’ve crossed them for sure.But then Abir happened. I love the little tyke of course, but a baby son changed our lives in ways we had never imagined. or rather, he changed Urvashi a lot. It was expected, of course. In the first year or two, babies are. I wasted no time and let two of the fingers from my right hand touch Ann's well used pussy. She let out a quiet moan as my fingers slid a few inches into her and my thumb rubbed her clit. She was surprisingly wet. Her thick white juices were visible on my fingers as I worked them in and out.I wanted to taste Anne but was painfully aware of the other bathers. I suggested that we separately go to the hotel's poolside toilet and shower block (dressed to look like a Madeiran Santana house). I was. Ollie now had the 'fun' part of the day.While the jockeys were out with the horses, Ollie's and the other grooms' job was to clean out the stalls. They'd each take a rake and pitchfork, and move all of the urine and manure-coated straw from the stalls, cart it to the manure pile behind the barn, and then hose out the stalls. Ollie then hosed off the center walkway between the stalls, while chasing the soiled water into the drains. When he was done, all that was left was a clean, wet concrete.