So we both did. He had already put a towel down on the couch I was sitting on and he had a towel underneath him on the chair. We were facing each othe.... Without a word we both started to awkwardly fondle ourselves. Finally I took a huge gulp of wine for courage and then sat back, spread my legs with my feet on the table in front of the couch. He relaxed a bit then too. I was already very wet and my clit was a bit swollen for having been aroused for so long. His cock was so hard and the head. Her phone starts to ring and she answers it. She realizes it is me and laughs. “ Why are you calling me?" she asks me with as she looks at her phone. “I was just checking to see if it was your number you called me from.” I say with a laugh. She does not find it amusing. “ You do not trust me enough to ask me if I you have my number, you have to check and see.” She says with great aggravation in her voice. “I knew this was a mistake I should never have called you.” She says as she stands up and. I abstained from carnal relationships in the pre-battle period gathering my strength for the struggle to gain an upper-hand in the land of Christian birth. Most of my cohorts were of like attitude and I think that was what gave us the edge in the confrontation that turned the sands of the desert into rivers of blood with no sense of Islamic or Christian origins. The gory sights were lifelong memories buried under thick walled compartments of conspired forgetfulness allowing me to resume normal. I said – ohh okay I see. Maybe I will call her up then.Shweta aunty – na she wud be in the air abhi. Why don’t you wait here for some time and then call. I will also be able to talk to her. And since I was in no mood to go I decided to stay. Shweta aunty said she will be back in 5 min with a wicked smile and she quickly went to the bathroom and closed the door (I so wanted to follow her).Before she entered I asked if I can use her other bathroom (I needed to masturbate) and she said – wait here.