Now, I know what you are thinking, I said she was cute but she was no super model. She had a unique look about her that was hard to describe other tha...n I couldn’t stop looking at her. So, I started in with the usual banter about breaking the ice. “My name is Adam. What’s your name or should I just call you cute?” I said. She smiled at that remark and blushed a little. “I’m Riley,” was her reply. “I haven’t seen you around town before are you new here?” “Sort of, I lived here when I was. He was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps to hold it in place, and gently lifted the end of the sari that was covering her shoulder and moved it away from her body. The small blouse that she wore under the sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the outline of her bra and the shape of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn't expect him to do this so quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms across her breasts to cover up. I told her not to be shy since he is her. I think it was the drink that made me crazy and I started to fantasize about her. It was warm as I entered inside. I sat on her couch and she brought us both something to drink and sat beside me. She sat so close to me that I could feel her breath hitting on my neck.After a few minutes, she kept her glass down and moved her hands over my thighs. I had goosebumps when she touched me.She moved her other hand around my waist and went inside the t-shirt. I turned and looked into her. She looked. “He did,” I answered, remembering what he said about her being a rebel when she was younger.“He worries so about her,” she said. “He’s a man who believes in work before pleasure,” she added. “We’re kind of opposites in lots of ways. I think pleasure is more important than work. It’s all about balance,” she added. “Maybe that’s why we have such a good marriage.”I was surprised she was getting so personal with me. She turned off the blender, looked at the butter. “Perfect, nothing like fresh.