I had known four weeks earlier when; as he leant across her seated, upright, professional form; his fingertips had somehow contrived to graze the pass...vely waiting skin of her wrist; as his eyes had failed to resist the twin enticements of her bounteous soft bosom as it sat squashed, captured and upthrust in her scoop necked, fitted top; as his vision lingered with barely concealed lust on the maddeningly full pouting redness of her perfectly painted lips; and when the instructive words that. We talked for awhile, she reflecting on our little escapade of days before. I suggested a web video call - she agreed.After she pinged me on a web call, I waited for the image to come up. She was dressed in a fluffy robe (apparently, she was also in a hotel). The Turkish robe was closed to her chin - to my disappointment. No matter - we talked some more about things in general (travel, restaurants, etc.). I commented on her "sexy" lingerie, sarcastically of course. She gave me a stern look,. Three of us went under the veranda before the rooms. They were noticing my curves in the wet suit. The heavy wind was also lifting my kameez from front and back whenever I took a turn while walking.My light red bra and even the panty was visible to them. As I told the suit was quite transparent because of wetness. They casually started talking to me about heavy rain and other things. Then the Bihari whose name was Nama asked me if I need tea as they just made it.They both went to take the tea. Ken and I had only just touched down on top of the mountain, when the largest of the four apparitions raised its hands.“Ddee#ffic,” It shouted in a voice louder than any Dragon that I had ever heard. It had used ‘Stop’ as a Power Word, and everything in the air and on the ground ceased to move or do anything. All of the Dragons were frozen in the air in whatever position or attitude they had been in at that moment.“Welcome Dragon Queen Tintaglia, and your Consort Khawlhring,” It said in a more.