Stacey continued to use her body to build my own excitement. A kiss here. A caress there. Her soft breath in my ear. All of it was working far too...well, but I enjoyed every single touch. She was wonderful, and she was mine.I sat up to catch my breath and I also wanted to remove my sweat filled shirt.Stacey sat up behind me and put her hands gently on my shoulders. "So, Vincent, do you like my birthday present so far?" she asked as she nibbled on my right ear."What's not to like Stace? . I gently rub across and down your back and you feel the warm oil as I dribble it lightly down your spine, a small puddle forming in those cute little dimples near the small of your back. I cup the oil in my hands and begin a rhythmic glide up and across your shoulders and back down along your sides. I can feel the tension starting to ebb from your body as I increase the rhythm of my strokes…down to the tops of your panties – my fingers dancing lightly under the waist and I hear a slight moan. My hips moved down and hers up; I felt my shaft slip down between her thighs and when I moved back up, it rubbed across the wet slick opening of her sex deeper between her thighs and up along her slit in the front. I felt her give a little shiver and the soft murmur was back, deeper and longer. Where her ass had been cold and dry earlier, this was warm and slippery. I continued to move my hips slowly and gently as hers matched mine, stroke for stroke. Her body would shiver from time to time and. She didn’t know Gujarati language or even Hindi properly. So, in initial weeks, it was quite boring for her. There flat was also very small, containing only a bedroom, one attached-bath and a kitchen. But Tuli was not unhappy about it. A few weeks later, one day Tuli received a telephone call from Kolkata. The call was from her Arnab-da who was then already on his way to Gujarat to meet Tuli and Arindam. Tuli was happy that someone at least from her homeland coming to meet them, but.