The white marble pillars stood out in sharp contrast to the deep luxurious red of the walls and deep thick plush carpet to match. Around the walls wer...e a series of little booths with tables, high backed and curved for privacy so the occupants could eat or drink in almost mini private rooms only accessible from small outward facing entry points. These booths varied in size from being an intimate two seat and table booth to a grander party booth with room for eight to ten with a low drinks table.. Instantly, all of the memories came flooding back. The good ones, the bad ones, and everything in between. I listened each and every song and cried the entire time. He even included my voice in several of his tracks. I'm flattered, but also pissed... why now? After so long, why is he dredging all of this up? Is he doing this just to fuck with me?Well, it's working. After nearly an hour of his songs taking me for a ride on an emotional roller coaster, I miss him. I miss his raspy voice, his mop. Meanwhile she was rubbing my dick I was smooching her and licking her tongue.I put my tongue in her mouth and rolled it over hers.Our salivas mixed and over souls also merged to one.I went down to her waist after she made me so hot with rubbing.I pulled off her saree and removed it.She was wearing a silky red petticot.I pulled the knot with my teeth.I pulled it too.Although my lovely wife was very slim but was having a wonderful ass, being it well fitted I had to pull petticoat to take it. Melissa squeezed her breast while her hand slid into her panties. Her fingers stroked over her sensitive pleasure-bud and while she watched Alexandra stroking herself Melissa felt her body catching up surprisingly fast. Alexandra squirmed and whined. Melissa's hand rubbed as much as her constrained trousers allowed. Alexandra fell on her side. A shivering, prolonged whine announced the arrival of her climax.Melissa kept her eyes lowered while she stroked herself. She could hear Alexandra.