Sari endru solli avalai bikeil eetri sendren, appozhuthu aval sigapu vanna saree aninthu irunthaal. Suuthu mulai sexyaaga therinthathu, ippozhuthu ava...in mulai en meethu edithu kondu irunthathu. Aval kaiyai en thudaiyil vaithu kondu vanthaal, neraga yarum ilatha idathirku azhaithu sendren. Angu yaarum avalavaaga vara maatargal.Angu azhithu sendru avalai iraki vitten, ennai kaamamaaga paarthaal. Naan paarak naatu katai pol katu mazhthaaga irupen, karupaagavum irupen. Velaiyaaga vibachaariyai. ‘Take me to yours and fuck me, for god’s sake just fuck me, okay?’ some heads turned towards us and I realized my eager voice had carried over the next few tables. Leon pushed back his chair and pushed a couple of notes into the hand of the grinning waitress, now hovering to hear more, grabbing my hand and pulling me out into the street. It was just a short walk to his small bedsit and within five minutes we were in, his hand unwittingly stroking my sore backside and mine stroking what. She had cometo take him to an important interview she said, and after sending Alethaaway, stayed herself to watch as he took a sponge bath and donned theclothes she had brought for him, a suit in fine yellow silk of a qualityequal or better than his dancing costume of the night before. She alsoinspected his nude body carefully, running her hands over his fullbreasts and her fingers between his thighs. He was ordered to spread hislegs so she could make a visual inspection also. Satisfied, she. “Swan-keeee,” Greg whistled, admiring the room, the balcony view and the sight of his wife giving him her come-hither look.When Jessica emerged, the aura of flowers and desire flowed in her wake. She settled into a chair, picked up a bottle of beer, lifted it and said, “Cheers.”“Cheers back at ya!” Greg echoed and they both took a swig of the pungent ale.Jessica couldn’t read her husband’s next comment.Was it sarcasm or praise?“Larry knows my favorite Irish whiskey, is a good judge of saison.