Wed each gotten old fashion style jean short shorts, and tops. Tops showed a lot of cleavage, shorts fit skin tight, showing every butt curve, with mo...e than enough cheek showing. We were sure the guys would like our Daisy Duke outfits. For good measure, when we got back to the lounge, we serves a fresh round of drinks to the guys, bending over in front of our man, lingering, giving them a view of unrestrained breasts. Paul seized the opportunity, putting his hands on my breasts, giving them. Anjali is a guy. His name isArjun. He is not a threat to you. He may not even be attracted to men. Iwasn't thinking straight. I needed more sleep.Meanwhile at Anjali's house...Where is your mother?, Kabir asked Arjun. "Oh she is off on one of herbusiness meetings abroad, Anjali replied casually. Even on Diwali day?,Kabir asked in surprise. Yes, she is a workaholic. Diwali, new years,birthdays, Anjali replied casually, refilling Kabir's glass of orangejuice at the breakfast table. Kabir kept. I saw the infamous red panties wadded up on the waterbed, as well as a vibrator standing up on the headboard shelf. I picked up the satin undergarment and noticed that they were soaked. She had added her own juices to mine. I smoothed the material and carefully laid it out on the bed, so Ms. P would know I had discovered her handiwork. For an added touch, I placed the vibrator on top. By now, steam was coming from the bathroom, and I desperately wanted to sneak a peek, but I heard someone enter. I could feel the heat coming off her body, I saw her jerk spasmodically in response to what she was doing. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. “Amy…” she whined. “Amy… I think…” “That’s it,” I groaned, kissing her unresponsive lips. Her eyes were completely closed, now; she was lost in a world of ecstasy. “Keep going. You’re almost there.” “Amy… Oh my God, Amy!” “Just relax, just let it happen.” She wasn’t forming words at this point, only incoherent,.