It looked nice on CV for creativity, was good for networking and of course provided me a breather. I was member of many groups and societies which hel...ped me to mingle with ‘socialites’.And again I met her in such a group, in our gated community only.We were discussing Sanskrit poetry and talks turned to erotic poetry as is wont with a lot of lecherous old men. It was my forte. Starting from quoting Amaru I went to recite something from Caurapâñcâśikâ, of Bilhana 11th century Kashmir poet,Still. Adriana finally got a chance to look at what I had bought her. It was a white bikini, not much more than triangles, with the front and back tied together with four thin elastic straps wrapping around her hips, which left her hips completely bare. The top was similar, with small triangles over her boobs and matching straps tied across her back and another strap tied behind her neck.Both the bottom and top were unlined, which the sales girl told me would definitely show her nipples and camel toe. Kahla kay do batey thay jo mulak say bahir dubai reahtey thay or khalo or khala or un ki beti rehtey they humray ghar thori see dori per tha khala kay ghar say or khala mujhey dophar ko mujhey paney ghar balva leti kiyonkey may bee ghar akila hota tha or rajey or baqi sab duty per chaly jatey they per ziada ana jana nahi tha eik din may dopaher ko khala kay ghar gaya to rajey nay mujhe say kaha jao sabzee ley ao or may subzee lay kar jaldi say a gaya or darva khatkataya or kafi dair bad khola. My earlier distrust of him had been unjustified and that shamed me, I did not want him to know just how unsure I had been. My hands were stroking his back and his strong shoulders, then down his arms and up his chest. I could not seem to get enough of touching him, exploring the landscape of his body. Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling, tasting and probing in a slick, heated dance. Carlos drew me closer to him, crushing me against him and letting me feel his hardness pressing into my belly..