.. Oh. What should I call you?" Don't worry for now. We can deal with that all in good time." I watched her as she walked by me. I could see that I wa... going to find her something of a challenge. First of all she was wearing trousers. She cannot have imagined that would be acceptable. Her shoes had high heels, which was at least a step in the right direction. The way she strode, however, stepping out confidently, was very definitely not in the approved manner. I followed her into the house and. I brought her out of the bathroom, placed her on the bed and gave her some water, asking what the matter was, in a calm and soothing voice. I kept patting her head and massaging her shoulders. “Don’t cry… Please sheela. I’m here for you.”“Why did navin do this to me?” she wondered aloud, in a broken voice.“Did what?”“He… Cheated… On… Me.” sheela gasped out, sobbing and crying again.From the uncomfortable and uneasy conversation that followed after much cajoling and solacing, I realized that. After another sip from the cool glass, she rose out of the bath and perched upon the bath side, wiping away the bubbles, spreading her legs to expose her pussy. Taking the shaving foam she foamed her lips and placed her razor within her thigh and slowly shaved away the hair revealing the smooth soft skin beneath.A smile spread across her lips, not a nick or cut in site and pleased she still had time to wash her hair. Emptying the bath, and drinking the last drop of wine, she turned on the. This final stop would be fifteen days in New York. We sailed into the Port of New York, mooring alongside the liner Queen Mary. The morning after we arrived the ship was open to the general public, I was patrolling the upper deck, when I was approached by two guys who asked if I would like to go with them on a sightseeing trip around some of The Big Apple. I said that I would like to, but I would like to bring a friend. One hour later we were in a taxi, travelling around the City, the two guys.