Her voluptuous white body glistened in the artificial light of the large room ... beads of nervous perspiration popped out all over her skin. Her figu...e was perfect. The rib lines above the waist where the skin pulled under the bulge of her mummae. The navel with the thin line of down ran down like a pointer to the sleek curls of hair against which the tops of thighs pressed in an unsuccessful effort of concealment. She was all mummae, hips, and thighs, ready to be loved ... and Archana could. I came to my senses long enough to get my shirt back on and tug Dorian to our room. My shirt was off again before we made it, and I led him inside by his dick. Some little old lady got an eyefull last night."She giggled at the memory. "He still isn't up yet. Poor baby, I just couldn't seem to leave him alone. I haven't told you, but we're trying for a baby. It's been six months and nothing, but if I'm not pregnant after last night, I don't think I ever will be. If it's a boy, his middle name. Her stature, her smooth tanned legs in the firelight...she would do.Every time a boy came up to kiss or fondle one of her friends she ignored them, staring into the fire. I didn't see her searching into the darkness for her man, so she either didn't have one (which would be hard to believe) or he wasn't here. Her friends were really drunk, they were in no state to be concerned with her or look after her. She herself was swaying dangerously, bottle in hand, her eyelids heavy. I looked around the. I crept out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts, and made my way out of the hotel to the main road at the front. I bought a cheap litre bottle of bubbly and a large carton of orange juice at a nearby supermarket. The I went to the hotel restaurant and collected a couple of yoghurts and a selection of cakes from the breakfast buffet, and returned to our room with them. There was a table and a couple of chairs on the balcony, so I set the things out on the table with a couple of glasses, and.