Making herself comfortable on the couch she opened the box and found what she was looking for. Two joints that were vacuum sealed in plastic. His ’e...ergency stash’ as he liked to joke about it. Eve reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled her lighter out and tore at the plastic with her teeth. She lit up one of the joints and placed the other back in the can. Not much else to do but to get this over with, she thought to herself as she watched the hands of the clock move through a smoky. But, it does the trick, I feel myself explode in sensation. My fingers never stop with her though and she joins in not a moment later, and comes just as hard for me. Our hearts are beating hard, sucking on our own fingers, tasting our sweet rewards. * When 3:00 a.m. rolls around we make our leave and head back to the hotel. We've had more to drink the intended but feel amazing. How can we not, when we’re together. When we enter the room, we both strip, and bee line for the bed. The room spins. His name was Ranjit Singh. I didn't know his age but he looked like a man in his late forties. His wife was a Maharashtrian. Her name was Sheela. She looked like a woman in her early thirties. This meant a gap of nearly 15 years between the two.The Iyers were the first to attract me or to be more specific Mrs. Iyer. Her name was Anuradha. Her husband would call her Anu. She was just 22 whereas he was 26. They looked like a happy couple. For the first few days, they would go out at about 7p.m.. No longer concerned with where my friend had gone, I began caressing my clit. Starting out in slow circular motions then pressing harder as I flicked my finger up and down. My hips started moving to the rhythm of my finger. Panting and moaning, I could feel my body ready to explode. I heard a noise outside and immediately stopped. I looked out the window to find nothing short of the perfect woman swimming around in the Jacuzzi. Again, instantly aroused by this I started flicking my clit side to.