It was a warm day in May it all started. I and my wife had just moved to a new posh apartment complex in Mumbai, with a swimming pool and gym. I was b...ck home in evening dog tired. My wife Sunita wanted to join some Zumba classes. I had, of course, agreed since it was boring for her with me in office.So when she started pestering me with new outfits to buy online, I simply said buy whatever. She complained that I don’t pay much attention to her. Now I taunted her back then try elsewhere. Let's get going," she said."No Mother, we were going to get our nails done. Remember?" I said."Yes, yes," she said. "I don't know where my head is today. Ok then let'sgo."We got in the car and went to the solon.The solon was the same as usual, a bunch of Asian women speaking to eachother in a language that I didn't understand while doing customers nails.I saw some women were soaking their feet others were relaxing with a hottowel on their face.When the door shut one of the women looked over to. This re-ignites your passion as you rise off my shoulder and begin to lick my neck and nibble on my collar bone. I can feel the head of my cock as rubs against the outside lips of your pussy. With a quick movement of my hips I slide myself deep inside of you. You grab me around the neck and wrap your legs around me, briefly pulling my cock out but then sliding yourself right back on to it. The water splashes around us as you thrust up and down. Your hips moving in time with mine, my arms around. You dance with other boys." But you and I were an item once, Peter -- a long time ago." Before you were a cheerleader." Before I had boobs, he meant."If it was only a dance, I might. But you want the past back, and it's gone. I'm Dave's girl now. Find your own." C'mon Sharl. All I asked you for was a dance. Do I have to beg?" Please don't. You know I hate that." Peter's begging had always annoyed me, even when he was the only boy who looked at me. It was his worst characteristic. That and his.