She lay on her stomach and breasts, exposing her bareback and ass to Mr. Bhardawaj.She looked even more charming in the dim lights of the room. Mr. Bh...rdwaj had no patience left. He took his shirt off, along with his vest, and marched towards the bed. Swati looked at her boss from the corner of her eyes while lying on her stomach.Mr. Bhardawaj’s chest was hairy, and he had a potbelly. Nevertheless, she was curious about how this old man would go about fucking her. She was eagerly waiting for. ”Lizzy looks like me, except that she has darker hair than I do, anyways, I was shocked, and said back:“How the fuck did you find this?”“You do not hide things very well.”“Maybe I wanted you to find it.”“Actually, I want you and I to have sex.”Puzzled, I said:“Really, you and I?”“Yes, I am so wet.”So, I went all the way into my room, sat on the bed next to her, took her hand and put her wet finger in my mouth and sucked on it, when I pulled it out of my mouth, I said:“Mmm, you taste good.”“How. She swam around the pool, slowly letting more and more of her self above the water. She finally began floating on her back, letting the sun warm her skin. A new idea made her body jolt. She imagined Brian Reid standing in one of the windows of her house, watching her. Normally, she would have shrugged it off, making logical disruptions in her fantasy. But this time she just let it come into her mind. Unconsciously, she began to move slower, more sensuously, allowing the water to play on her. The wind shifted and I caught another smell suddenly, faint but distinctive and I came to a sudden stop, my heels digging into the dirt as I dropped to my hands and crouched there. It was blood, fresh and near, and I crept to the edge of the meadow and found it on the grass. The long, broad leaves were stained near a trampled path freshly made and I could smell the musk of the animal that had passed recently, only minutes before. A deer, injured and bleeding, but not so badly. It had been.