She then took my face and asked me to put it on her shoulder as she massaged my temples. The moment she put my head on her shoulder I started breathin... heavily. I could see her cleavage from that position which gave me an instant hard on. I did not even have a pillow to put it on it, to hide it. I immediately told her I would go to my room and lie down. She smiled. The moment I was in my room I took a blanket and covered myself and helda pillow between my legs. Within minutes Mrs. Ahuja came. She said, “I’ll do it but what if he crosses the line?”Yogesh told her that he was going to be in the room and nothing will go out of the room.He told her, “We are far away from home, he’s doing it for free because he’s my friend why don’t you make use of the opportunity?”As a staged question, I told Shilpa, “The massage is highly professional, and where would she like me to focus on?”She said, “My back.”She lay down on the bed. I took out the best oil with a chocolate flavour. I pulled her. She kept pushing his hand away from her panties, but he was persistent, hiking her dress around her buttocks. With a lightning quick move, changing his position, he buried his head between her thighs: licking, biting and pushing his tongue beneath the edge of her panties, tracing her fat, swollen labia.She felt herself flush hard and tingle, her pussy moistened, quickly becoming saturated with her juices. He took advantage of the situation, simultaneously squeezed her nipple and pulled aside. Her face darkened and her usually way tinynostrils got larger. ?Why are you sticking up for her? You hate her as muchas I do!? she said in this quivery voice. Not quivery afraid, but quiveryadrenaline.I?d pushed too far, which I often do. ?Okay, do what to her???Fuckin? forget it, dude. Forget I said anything. I?m going home.?She started to get up off the sofa, but I pulled her back down and climbedonto her lap, mashing her down into the sofa cushions. ?Amy, it?s like 3 inthe morning. .