I lost my composure. My body deciding before my brain that she would be a ‘Royal’ fuck. I regretted not coming to school earlier. Devika was gorge...us. Tall, looked confident, amazon of a woman.The lines of her gold blouse combined with Purple saree skimming every curve of her body. Her saree and blouse covered less, exposed more. I had a perverted sort of look to her. As though I was looking at a piece of nude art. There was only carnal desire there, towards her bewitching beauty.I stood. I knew my wife and son were out of town for the next four days and was surprised to see Bet. She told me that she didn’t think I’d mind her getting in a few rays at the pool.She was wearing a very different bathing suit this time. While it was still a bikini, it left almost nothing to the imagination. The bottom was really only a thong and the top only covered her stiff nipples. The material was also very sheer. I could tell that her pubic mound was nothing more than a landing strip.I could not. He had been hosted by book clubs before, although the ones he had accepted in the past were usually in well-to-do areas close to home, like upscale bookstores in rich towns on Cape Cod or the Vineyard, and ones in downeast Maine that drew plenty of seasonal traffic. He looked at his current audience, a dozen small-city women ranging in age from the late teens to the late seventies, and allowed himself a wry smile.If Megan knew that I was doing a book club meeting in Knoxville, Tennessee, and. "I decided two years ago that you would be my first." With that she poked me in the chest. "Of course I didn't know you would be such an easy lay." That triggered a small wrestling match which ended with half the water in the tub splashing out onto the bathroom floor.We got out soon after and we both spent several minutes mopping up the mess. When it was all clean, she asked if she could borrow another shirt, which I of course agreed. Seems she didn't have much in the way of clothes. I lost.