Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.This story is written for and dedicated to Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. She is my l...ve and addiction. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:1) The story is not altered in any way2) The story contains my name and disclaimer3) You do not make money from the. Thanks John. You truly are a friend."I kissed her lightly and told her not to worry. I left her there and went downstairs. Tamara was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and motioned me to the study."What the hell was going on up there?" Relax," I said and then told her the whole story."That little bitch!" Tamara was fuming at Stephanie. "I ought to go up there and slap her silly." Calm down," I said. "Trish will handle it. Trish heard most of what Stephanie said and apparently has. Maine msg kia aap achi lagti ho frndship ke liye.Uska msg aaya nahi wo married hai. Hum frnd nahi ban sakte. Aur mujhe reply nahi kia. M bi kaha manane wala tha use msg kar deta tha din me 1-2. Fir Rashmi ka msg aaya ki hum bs frnds hi rahenge. Fir humari baat hone lagi.Batein ab har type ki hone lag gayi thi. Fir maine usse movie ke liye poocha. Wo ready ho gai abhut der me ja ke. Hum movie dekhne gaye. Movie me maine Rashmi aunty ka hath pakad liya aunty kuch nahi boli. Maine uske hath pe. As I opened the door and stepped inside, I stood for a moment squinting through the steam. It looked like I was the only one in the room. I made my way to one of the seats and sat down opening my towel and laying it across my lap. I leaned back and breathed deeply through my nose enjoying the soothing atmosphere.I heard the door to the room open. I looked up and saw her walking with a towel wrapped tight around her breasts and ass, so that it looked like a slutty cocktail dress. She walked over.