" Ok...ok. Just give me a minute to think this through." I swear I couldhear the gears turning in her head. "This is so cool! It'll be likeplaying dre...s-up again." She was starting to get revved up about it. "Waittill I tell the girls! They'll freak!" Hey! You can't tell anyone!" I interrupted."Why not?" If anyone finds out about this it'll ruin the whole experiment." Sorry, I'm not following you." Look, if I want to find out what it's like as a girl then I have to betreated as a real girl. Not. She watched as David stood sloshing the brush through the cup, stirring up foam. She felt the hot lather on her skin as he began running the brush in small circles throughout her crotch and up onto her belly. He seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time lathering up her clit. Perhaps that was because she bucked and moaned each time the warm, soft, slippery brush slid over that nub of passion.After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes of slathering during which Oyly cried out twice with. She replied that he went on a business trip in the evening right after attending a friends wedding. That explained her fancy semi-transparent saree with a sleeveless blouse.I complimented her look and in a teasing note. I sighed saying lucky husband to get a beautiful ‘bajari’ like her. She threw a pillow picking it from the sofa. She then opened the balcony door and checked whether the washed clothes got wet or not in the rain.She sighed saying the clothes had tasted the rain and she missed. The other was not even there to me, although he could watch. Thomas tried no more tacky moves. At Robert’s turn, Thomas watched us at the waterfall platform. Like the converging and diverging streams of freezing water, so too our marital desire and his receiving my vibrations spoke of a need required. I wanted Robert to kiss me, passionately and for a long time. “We will always be one.” Whether Robert actually said the words or I just felt them, I heard that word one loud and clear. “Yes,”.