The chat continued and it was obvious that they were trying to comebetween us Wolgang chatting away to my mother while Kurt tried his bestto chat me u...."You are married?" he asked"No, engaged," I said extending my hand towards him and showing my ring."Very nice," he said taking hold of my hand his middle finger strokingthe inside of my palm as he held my hand. Awkwardly I removed my handfrom his grasp and returned it to my lap. Aware of his gaze down mycleavage with my other hand I buttoned. I wanted you too. I reached up and slid my hands gently through the back of your hair…. pulling you slowly towards me. I began a slow tracing of your lips with my tongue… feeling your soft hair in my hands… tasting your mouth…. swallowing your soft moans as my tongue probed it’s way inside your mouth again. My hands left your hair and, still kissing, they moved down your back… pulling at your shirt…. lifting it up over your arms… You sat up and finished taking it off for me. I stared at you…. I couldn’t believe my ears, or my luck, and I stared at her for a moment without responding. Mumtaz shrugged and shifted. “I mean, you seem to be looking at me a lot, and I figured that we can meet up, since I am alone and bored.”I agreed and I knocked on Mumbai’s door in the evening I expected her to open it dressed in the same sort of clothes she usually wore. Instead, Mumtaz stood there in a white sundress, and I could most definitely see the duskiness of her nipples beneath the thin. I had run home and cleaned up a bit. Ms. Davis (Eileen, I was supposed to call her) met me at the door in just a robe. She peered nervously up and down the street as she peeked her head out the door. As I stepped inside, I smelled incense and saw the flickering of candle light down the hall. Since she only taught latin she usually got done around 2 and had had time to get home and 'set the mood'. Without any words she took my coat and led me down the hall to her bed room. Indeed, candles.