‘Earthquake!’ James shouted above the din of rattling bar glasses and bottles. ‘Not too big yet.’ And as he said that the trembler died down t... almost nothing. ‘6, or less, on the Richter scale would be my guess, depending on where the epicenter – ‘ James didn’t finish his sentence. At the relief of the end of the quake, Reena kissed James. After initially pressing her sexy lips against James’ lips, she seemed to have thought better of the surprise kiss and meant to back off, but 007 was having. " They chuckled at my impropriety. We slid our underthings back on, I patted their asses the whole way up those black and pink/white panties slid back up. Leticia gave me a goodnight hug which I reciprocated.Yvette gently led me by my half-hard cock through my cotton briefs to the staircase that led to her boudoir. "Stay the night, boo. We'll say goodbye tomorrow afternoon, before you go back to work." I said why not. I let her go up those steps first. "God, I love your ass. Wiggle that thing. I have posted the prequels to this story earlier (see top for links)So coming back to the story, I was sitting in my cabin one fine day. It was the month of October in 2014. I was pretty much caught up with work when I got a message from Shweta, one of my clients. Shweta is a 39 years old married lady from Bombay. She is probably one of the hottest clients I have. I never really asked her figure but I’m guessing it is 36-30-38. Yes she’s got a nice and big butt. Her breasts are heavy and her. She's thirty-seven, so, by my standards anyway, just at the peak of a woman's beauty and the bikini she was wearing was exposing much more to my gaze than I'd ever been privileged to see before. She was stunning. As I said, I'd never seen so much of her skin and was amazed at her body. The top of her suit was so small that there was no doubt that she was getting no support at all from the bra-top, her firmness was all hers. Her breasts weren't large, they were probably B-cup and her nipples had.