It’s posted on www.indiansexstories.net and for those who couldn’t find it I will be glad to send those personally on request through my email id ...[email protected] you have to just mail me.So let’s go back to the story. You read how I fortunately got a chance to make love with Mrs. Sharma and now I welcome everyone back to the sequel of my first story.Part 2: MaidAfter my experience with Mrs. Sharma I felt really shameless towards women thinking that anyone would enjoy sex with me and no. No green-head flies either," added Emily. "Yes, it is hot today. I've been working and sweating all morning and am looking forward to a swim which I intend to do after I finish this beer and this cigarette." "That's a regular cigarette? Can I bum one," he asked? "Sure...and yes, it is a regular cigarette. I haven't had anything to roll in months." "We have a couple already rolled," offered Emily. "I love this beach!" I said. Emily took a long joint from her bag and lit it. As she leaned up on. Finally, we went inside and she inspected each and every room, including the closets. Then she wanted to stick around for the sun to set.As it started to set Tonya took me out to the Jacuzzi. She sat on the edge with her feet in the water telling me how romantic a beautiful setting like that made her feel. As we watched the sun go down Tonya started telling me what we should do to prepare the house to be shown. She suggested some fresh flowers, fresh fruit, towels, and some Champaign. She then. For the shorts, Ibought a pair of red satin boxers and a pair of blue ones, sewed themtogether, and added the shortest hem that I thought I could pull off overmy foam padded hips and rear. Two pairs of "opaque" pantyhose under myfishnets was enough to hide the nude bodyshaper that holds the pads inplace. So, the hem went up pretty high. My inner Harley smiled.I thought I could decorate a pair of boots to make them look a lot likeHarley's, but maybe be a little less extreme than hers given.