.ta…ta..ta dhin…ta. She began dancing to the beat of an imaginary tabla (a drum like Indian musical instrument).She effortlessly and gracefully da...ced around and disappeared in the furthest corner, out of my sight. I leaned forward to see where she was. Then I saw her emerging from other side of the house.When I saw her, my jaws dropped, as I thought for a moment she was naked. But soon realized her wet petticoat and blouse had become transparent and clung to her skin almost becoming her second. They throw themselves at me every night – even stewardesses do. And sometimes I think all they really want is to get high and the sex is a side show. Some of the encounters seem unreal, especially after several days of partying without sl**ping.” She was a careful listener. “After I fuck your brains out tonight, let’s try something. I’ll be your gal for a month if you stop seeing the groupies. I won’t ask you for a cent, because I’m already wealthy. If we love each other after a month, we can. He then started pressing my boob with his one hand while kissing lips and cheeks. His other hand was still on my vagina. I could not feel my legs due to vagina grab. I was just sitting there thinking nothing and seeing what he was doing.Both boobs and vagina were my sensitive parts. The grab and press movements forced me to moan a little. He laughed and got encouragement and sat down on the bed and lowered my t-shirt below my boobs to reveal my untouched boobs. He was dazzled by watching my. My hands instinctively went to feel her breast. They were small but even thru her sweater I could feel her nipples which seemed to stick out extra far and were hard as diamonds. I slid my hand under sweater and gently toucher her hot little breast. As I did she let out a long sigh of delight. The area around her nipples were nearly as hard as the nipple itself. I pulled her sweater off, anxious to see those hot little boobs. They were small but perfect, and very sexy. She pulled my pants down.