Maya was rhythmically moving her boobs with each drop in her navel. Mohan started licking the syrup from Maya’s navel slowly and steadily. He licked...and kissed every part of her body where he poured the sugar syrup.Mohan was enjoying his wife’s sweet and fruit-coated body thoroughly. Maya was moaning all this while, “Oh! Mohan! Aaaahhhhh! Lick me, Mohan!!!! Eat me! Bite me! Enjoy me! I am your gulab jamun today! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!”Mohan then shifted to Maya’s pussy. He took the sugar syrup from. .. I still remember that all I could hear underwater was my heart pounding in my ears. I turned around, now facing the guys and I could tell... They weren't trying to pretend I wasn't there anymore. I stood up a little higher so that the waterline was just at my neckline. I started to feel a big "now what", and panicked, so I quickly reverted back to my first plan and - whoops, what do you know - my sports bra "slipped" out of my hands and I crossed my arms to cover myself. I only wonder if. I'd even taken the spacers, sugar pills that I knewwouldn't do anything. I should have been happy, the pills were done,and I hadn't had any side effects of self-medication. I was 'mostly'sure that anything I suspected might be happening was just a placeboeffect. But I wasn't happy, or at least not all of me was. The partof my mind that kept driving me towards the makeup and the clothes wasscared that this would be the end of all this, that the weirdequilibrium I'd reached with myself. There were no gas-powered vehicles and a huge hotel flanked the shores. It was the Island of Dewees and it was part of the Gullah Sea Islands that existed mostly in a time warp of traditional African culture and antebellum aesthetics. It was like something out of a Margaret Mitchell novel. The Black population of the island spoke fluent Gullah, a Creole language Charles had never even heard of before. They passed by the Black residents who waved at the driver and greeted her like she was a.