The shrimp which he held with his thumb and forefinger now was dipped and swirled in her center and he could feel her stiffen and jerk as the cold smo...th shrimp was dipped into her hot center. He liked the feeling he was getting from her as he moved it over her. Her eyes closed as he drew it up over her clit and down again. She moved against his arm and laid her head against him should so that she would not have to face forward. He could see the biting of her lips as he glanced down behind his. And oh godd.. she was like…squeezed her thighs.. with my hand stuck in the middle.. she just went cross legged….for a moment I was worried about my hand.. what if her husband gets up and see’s my hand between his lady’sthighs? so she slowly moved as much as possible closer to the window.. I had great access now.. since it was a saree.. there nothng much u can do about it. I was rubbing her bush over the top of her clothes..and I dint know what I was touching .. her head is like leaning onto my. Wayne’s voice drifted as he remembered his childhood.“When I was little, my best friend Paul and I decided we’d become blood brothers. Got the idea from Cochise in Broken Arrow or something on TV. We went out in the woods and did an Indian dance in a circle around a leaf fire that we knew we’d get beaten half to death for if anyone ever found out. Then we took a needle, because we’d been taught that you could get an infection from a pin, and each pricked our own ring finger and pushed them. “I don’t care what floor you’re on,” I snapped, and then sighed since it was decent that he got me out of the glass death trap. “I just need to get to my room.”“You’re so uptight,” he said with a shake of his head, and then led the way to the stairs.“Yeah, well I get to room with The Crow so don’t judge me,” I retorted. “No shit?!” He was trying not to laugh, I could tell. “Shut up,” I replied, unamused. * The guest speakers weren’t as bad as I would have expected but, throughout the day I.