She giggled to herself as she recalled how she’d paused momentarily between ‘two’ and ‘one.’ Oh well. She wasn’t perfect. Up above, howev...r, ‘perfect’ was the very adjective that was coursing pleasurably through Greg’s blood-deprived brain. As chilling sensations tickled across his body, he let out a deep breath and focused his thoughts squarely to what had just happened. He’d stumbled across Rachel in study hall, gotten a quick groping session with her tits, and shortly after talked her into. As I was kissing her, could hear her telling me that she was feeling so light and so loved. This was getting too hot and we had to do something as we could not take the risk of getting caught by the locals. We were just half an hour away from my villa. I told her to go to my villa.She agreed though it was a torture for both of us to wait. As I drove I put my hand inside her saree trying to feel her vagina which she was only too willing to guide my fingers. It was wet, totally wet and sticky. I. The lights were dimmed in his harem. Everybody would be fast asleep by now apart from some guarding eunuch. Walking to the baths he stripped himself of his shirt till the only thing left on his tired body was the uniform trousers. That long drive home had mangled his muscles. He felt stiff and sore all over. But it had been good to train with his men again. To know his small country was able to defend itself. He walked into the bathing area and towards the washing pool when suddenly he realised. You complete the turn to be faced, once more, by those deep pools of darkness and mystery. He takes a step towards you and your breath almost catches in your throat. The sexual tension filling the room turns the air viscous, as if the space was immersed in honey produced by lascivious bees. The flimsy g-string is making a very poor attempt at stemming the flow of your cunt juices, allowing them to freely run down your thighs and release their dizzying perfume. You are acutely aware of how the.