A faint smile flashed across her face while she slowly wandered around the bed taking in the sight of our nude bodies, lying stretched out on the cris...p white bed linen. She leaned over and gently placed the cooling packs on our oversensitive genitals. I was still on a high when I squeezed my limbs around the soothing cold ice. “Did you see them all staring between our legs and wanking over us? There were so many of them,” I sighed; “God, what a buzz.” Angie uncorked a bottle, handed us some. I said ok.A woman in her 40’s wearing a decent salwar came to the parking place. I noticed and asked her, is she Arvind’s friend. She said yes and got on my bike. I left her near the Kormangala BDA complex. She thanked me. Then I got a mail asking for my photo. I sent her.For a few days, I didn’t get any mail from her. After 20 days I got a mail. She mailed me in her fake name Arvind. They couldn’t find a trustworthy person for continuing the massage. I didn’t reply as I was not interested in. . I see a GODDESS.When I head downstairs I bristle slightly as I see grandma sat on thesofa, despite the older woman's warm smile."I know, I'm wearing too much make-up," I say, making grandma chuckle."You wear as much make-up as you want!" Grandma says, giving me a tighthug. "I'm so glad you're back... I hope they lock that evil man away andthrow away the key!" Where's Ricky?" I ask."Gone back to his barracks," mum says. "He didn't want to wake you beforehe left... You owe him a lot, Laura." I. I looked up and saw it was Jennifer. She had on some very nice looking, very tight, sexy blue jean shorts and a tight-fitting button-down white shirt. I could tell right away that she was braless, as her perky nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt. The top three buttons were unfastened, revealing a good bit of luscious cleavage. “Can I ask you a question?” she asked, one hand on her hip. “My daughter said these shorts are insanely obscene. Do you think they are obscene?” I was.