Jazz closed her eyes as moved the sponge over and around her breasts, imagining her father caressing and holding her firm breasts in his hands like he...had the night before, making goosebumps form on her skin despite the fact that the bathwater was still quite warm. Jazz dropped the sponge as she began to tweak and pinch her nipples, as she began to moan softly from her own ministrations, her pussy pulsing each time she pinched and twisted her nipples. Jazz's right hand went to her pussy, her. For some reason Jason found himself wanting to get to know this woman better and he saw his chance when the woman happened to look his way and smiled when she saw him."Hello," Jason said to the woman with a smile of his own."Hi," the woman replied, still smiling."I'm Jason," he said, introducing himself."Michelle," the girl replied.Jason was able to spend a couple of minutes talking to Michelle while the checkout line inched forward. When the girl was the next customer to the one checking out. I remember the first day after Chhaya had arrived to work at my house as a Maid and my parents left home I ran back to my room and began to finger myself thinking of me and Chhaya me making Love. I lived in a locality where there were not many friends of my age and thus in my spare time when I was not in college I always ended up in Bed getting all wet by thinking of Chayya.Days got converted into Weeks and Weeks into Months and my urge to make Chhaya mine was increasing with each passing day.. Where was I going? That did not seem important but he was almost sure that he had been driving. And singing. Yes, he had been singing as well, out loud to the radio, he was definitely sure of that. Singing real loud, the way you do when you’re all alone in the car and no one is around to make fun except maybe that guy in the car next to you but who cares what he thinks. No one is around to make fun of you except that guy and… …and who? Was I alone? He paused. Something was missing. Someone was.