Sarayu was anchoring the event. She came in saree for first time and her navel is visible. I am glazing at her for an hour and watching the event.Some...of my friends came to me and said they were planning to drink and got some beers. I never boozed before and excited to drink. But I said I will join in 10 min in college ground.They left and I went to a my class and sat in the place where sarayu used to sit. As it was 8.30pm and everyone were in auditorium. I imagined sarayu’s navel and stroked. No one would tell her she couldn't enjoy the fullfillment of her own lush body. Biting her lower lip to supress her own moans, Tamara continued to tweak her own nipples and rub them. What she wouldn't give to have someone else doing this very thing to her, she thought as her hands slid down her smooth stomach.As Tamara's hand continued to travel southward down her body she found her fingers rubbing her red,swollen clit.Massaging herself and every so often dipping a finger inside her tightly. She sighed and smiled languidly at no one in particular, bowing her head and savoring both a sip and the moment. Just then, hands she could not see wrapped themselves sensually around her hips. Her smile turned crooked, and she made a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan. The hands slid up her sides, and now she could feel him press against her back as his hands traveled languorously up, pausing briefly at the lower swell of her breasts. Unnoticed in the dim crowded bar, he slid his index. It seemed to do everything except wipe your ass and uncork the wine.One week later... “Let’s give her a try,” said Ben, after we had spent most of the week connecting and adjusting Kenzie. We felt like we were all getting to know ‘her’ intimately. “Kenzie, order family pizzas from D’Agostino’s.”We had been holding our collective breath, figuratively, if not actually, waiting to see if this system would work.“As you wish, Ben,” came back the very feminine-sounding electronic response from the.