I feel a little woozy, but I just assume that I had too much to drink at the party last night. I try to go back to sleep, but it's not happening"I tur... on the computer to check my email, but none of the words are clear. I think that I must be really hung over, so I throw on a robe and head down to the kitchen to see if there's any coffee on. Everybody in the house is looking at me real funny, but they don't say anything."There's a some coffee in the pot, but the cup I pour doesn't have any. As a result of my puzzlement I made a thorough rummage of the old store room and found a letter, edges yellowing with age, dated 1937 and rubber-stamped with the German eagle and swastika. I had it translated, and that morning after we slept together I showed a facsimile of it to my mother.She merely glanced at it and explained, "Oh yes, the SS came in 1937 and wanted permission to search for the tunnel. They were very keen, but father said no. As you see from the translation, they would have. I tried desperately to get enough spit in my mouth to giveit some lubrication. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as the dainty pumptugged at my nipples. I couldn?t simply suck on the fake penis,I had to face fuck it. I had to please it like I was its $20 whore. ?Ok slut, I think that?s enough foreplay. Now fuckyourself.? I slowly pulled my mouth away from the penis, making sure mylips didn?t wipe off any of my precious spit. I could see the lipstick stainsagainst the base. Would I ever see. Naveen had always loved the feel of his wife’s soft skin. He was in a different world now. Ridhima’s sight, her touch, the smell and taste of her sweat had hypnotized him.He couldn’t wait for more. He held her leggings and was about to slide them down, but Ridhima got up and stopped him from doing so. “So someone is high on lust in the morning itself!” Ridhima said, winking at Naveen. She hugged him again. Naveen hugged her back and blushed.Naveen: You’re the culprit, madam. You enticed the.