She had not realised how she ended up in this position… but she did not object as she did not want the sensations that she was experiencing ever to ...stop. She gazed down at the short black-haired woman kneeling between her widely spread legs… red panties still hanging from her left ankle where in their haste for Adèle to taste the curvaceous woman’s cunt had not fully removed them completely… her skirt bunched up around her waist. She threw her head back, closing her eyes and allowed the. She should have seen it when she thought of where they had met. A bar. A meat market. It was where her crowd would hang out. The publishing crowd. A nice upper east side bar, with foliage and soft rock and soft stools on which to have found new company while leaning on the third drink. Frank had saddled up to Jane’s empty stool halfway through the night. Her inebriation was just becoming apparent. She got louder and not in control, not reserved, which was more her character. The two new lovers. What's left of her ripped gray shorts is wrapped like a skirt around her waist, draping down and covering her crotch, keeping her modest as she sits there, but the ripped clothing giving her such a ravaged look."Sit at the headboard. Lean your back against it." I point to the head of the bed, a fancy gray cushioned headboard. She opens her mouth to say something, I cock my head at her, and she quickly closes it again, remembering not to complain. She crawls reluctantly over there. I give her. Bidisha was lying inside a bathtub, naked, with a towel on her eyes. As I stood next to her, she reached out to my hand and put it on her boobs, I pressed her boobs softly, feeling those firm boobs. She then asked, “Join me na”. How could I say no? I went to the door, locked the door, took off all my clothes and slowly made my way inside the bathtub on the opposite side. She then put her foot on my chest as she felt me up, and she asked, “Baby, have you been working out?”, I again replied in.