As I feel hands encircling my ankles, I nearly give a cry of alarm. A muffled sound emanates from my lips and my neighbours look at me in concern. My ...hands flutter to my chest and I give a delicate cough. The moment passes and the feast is the focus of attention once more. The hands under the table continue working their way up my legs, stroking the sensitive area behind my knees. I smile to myself, as recognition dawns. I am familiar with the owner of these strong hands, but how you had. Talk it over with the missus and the rugrats. Remind them it is very easy, very safe, but also very illegal.”“Immoral?” I asked with a half smile. Supposedly anything fun was either illegal, immoral or fattening.“Oh very” Tom laughed.I smiled, assuming he was just teasing. But in any case, I suppose anything illegal is by its very definition also immoral. “Okay. I’ll talk it over. If we want more info, how do we get in touch?”He though for a moment. “Look. I know you or your lad are down here. John used to declare that if I was his wife he would administer a good spanking on my bottom before shaving me and making love.Yes he would tell me without shame he would shave my crotch and his so our genitals would be naked and closer, no jewellery's, or anything that inhibited our nakedness, and if the truth be told now, I was turned on by him.John came to Sweden approximately two months later for a long weekend, and hubby was slightly amused when I suggested I should actively encourage. Room me jakar mai wash room gaya aur fresh ho k aa gaya phir wo gayi tabtak khana aa chuka tha maine waiter ko paisa dekar bhej diya aur bola ki abhi humko disturb na kare kyoki tak mere dimag me use chodne ka khyal ghar kar chuka tha kuch der bad wo bathroom se nikli to mai dekhta hi rah gaya sirf towel me thi kyoki humne koi kapda nahi liya tha uske bahar nikalne k bad wo aakar bed par baithi aur hum snacks khane lage aur mai bich bich me uske sare sarir ko dekhta rahta phir maine use kiss.