You move your hand between your legs and play with your clit. You stroke his dick as you lick the side of it. “Ahhh, can’t wait anymore,” he sa...ys as he lifts you to your feet and turns you away from him. He pulls your pants down all the way and you step out of them. He bends you over the island counter. You pull your shirt off and play with your breasts as you lean forward waiting for him to enter you. Your phone is on the counter and it starts to buzz. You look and see that it’s your husband. Before we left, however, Indira cornered Melody to ask about the dress she was wearing. When we left, Melody had an order for two nine-yard strips of fabric prepared with the dye discharge pattern for Indira to have as saris. Now there was an interesting new market.When we got home, the house looked great, if a little chaotic. Melody rushed to change clothes and start her part of the preparations. Wendy, I discovered, had taken the night off work to help with party preparations. I hoped that. When Lisa and I turned towards that wonderful sound, we saw Tempe running full-tilt towards us along her street in her purple and white ski-jacket and purple toque.“Tempe! God! Tempe! I love you!” Lisa cried and took off like a rocket across Richmond’s four snow-covered lanes towards her best friend.“What? How is Tempe able to join us?” I asked as I watched my two girlfriends getting closer and closer together.“Just go, be with them, Dr. Mike,” Twain simply replied. He then added, “When you. . um ... business interests there. Any other questions?”“No sir,” he said distinctly. Then, for the first time, he seemed to notice the dampness between his legs. He touched himself there, raised his hand and sniffed his fingers. “Oh no,” he mumbled. “Oh shit.”I turned toward the door. “When you leave, you might get the impression that you’re being followed. There will be a very good reason for that feeling. The sensation might stick with you for awhile. But ... as long as you’re travelling.