I fill my hands with soap and rub all over my body and your face comes to my mind.Water washes over me and I feel the soap running down my body and th...e feel is seductive on my skin.My hand runs down my neck, wishing you could nip me there, then my hand runs to my breast and I feel my nipples bud and tighten. I take one in my fingers and twist and then pull, as I imagine your mouth would do. My breath catches in my throat as the pleasure from my breast runs to my pelvis and makes my back arch. They all turned around in the general direction of the other two girls. That’s when they noticed Tommy, who was now only a couple of steps away, and walking up to their table.“Hi Shelly.” Tommy managed to blurt out with a shy smile on his face.“Hi Tommy.” Shelly smiled back at him. For some reason seeing him there and hearing his voice triggered off memories of that Friday night. She couldn’t help but turn a little red as she felt a warm trickle from down below.“Shelly, you know there is a. He turned me around and pushed me back onto the window. He went down on his knees and moved my saree up, and started kissing my thighs.I tried closing my legs, but he started biting on my thighs. I held him by his hair and started squeezing my breast over the blouse. I wanted him to push his hard dick inside my wet cunt and fuck me hard.Me: Arman, please let’s go to the bedroom and fuck.Arman: Let me eat your pussy, my little bitch.I took of my saree, expecting he would take me to the bedroom.. "You'll see." I said.It was a performance of music from the fifteenth and sixteenth century, in period dress and using traditional instruments. It was mostly hymns, with ballads and the odd drinking song, cleaned up lyrically of course. The performers were from the local college music department.I think she enjoyed at least part of it. It is an acquired taste.Afterward we didn't talk much because of the crowd. I knew most of the performers and many in the audience, so I was constantly being.