I thought to myself, “John, get control over yourself”. Then I calmed down a little, but it didn’t last very long. So we sat there talki...g and it was a fun evening. The more we talked, the more I felt the urge just to lean over and make love to her. The way she sat next besides me, I just wanted to run my hands up between her blouse and between her legs and feel her soft luscious pussy. Oh how I longed for it so much, my cock is rock solid now, not even a sledgehammer could put a dent. The bathroom cleaner said what could he do with his shirt as it was fully dirty. Salman said that he don’t have any shirt now to wear so he asked the cleaner to hand over his shirt as he will wash that shirt and wear now. The bathroom cleaner handed over that shirt to Salman and gave him soap and said to go to gents bathroom side and get the shirt washed there.Salman took the soap and went to the gents toilet side leaving me there itself. After Salman leaving the bathroom cleaner closed the. She moaned softly and unthinking he kissed her neck and then as her feminine smell entered his nostrils, he began to lick her sensual skin. As he did, he felt her slump, her knees buckling under her. Her closeness intoxicated him and he lifted her in his hands like a child. Still she did not say anything and he carried her to his room and as he walked he began to kiss her face. In his room he laid her on his bed and then looked at her with eyes filled with lust and doubt. Her eyes were closed. "It was so... graceful!"Melanie concentrated, and then she shook her head. "I don't know. I wasn't thinking about it."A dawning light of recognition filled Vicky's eyes as she got her nightie out of her closet. "So what were you thinking about?"Melanie scowled, concentrating, as she dropped her own towel. She opened her closet, only to find that her choices of nightwear were a lace teddy and a girlish nightshirt. "Great," she muttered. She grabbed the shirt, then turned back to Vicky. "I was.