Then I phoned my friend told him it was his day off work and he better ring in sick, and I would explain later, and to wear some garage door fixing cl...othes over to my house, we didn't want to lie too much more than need be so he told his wife the same story he rang his work and got the day off. He came over to my place a while later, the garage door did need fixing the bottom had come out of the runner a two minute job to fix. I set my computor on the bench and we set about working, my wife. I also got off and lay beside her. “Oh Sahebji, this was great,” she panted cuddling up to me, “My cunt is still tingling.”We lay in each other’s embrace for a long time. “Darling, we must get up. It’s time for breakfast. The coach attendant will be coming,” I said.“Fuck me again,” Kiran said. “Kiiirraan, don’t be naughty,” I said shaking my finger at her“You are right,” she said with a long sigh and sitting up, wrapped the bed sheet tightly around her body. “Why don’t you get dressed?” I. Big country breakfasts for large groups are a treat forgotten by time. Soon enough everyone was up and eating. The guys soon were full enough, and taking their towels, and a change of shirt and underwear, went down to the creek, to the bathin hole to get washed up. Once they were working, the ladies could go down in pairs, if they wanted, before time to make lunch. Just so happened that day, I had a reason to go down and get washed up at the bathin hole but no one really wanted to bother. A wonderful start to that long day, I thought to myself. Suddenly, I felt it. There, again… definitely it was more than just a quick accidental contact. A pair of hands was rubbing my buttocks through my tight skirt. I should normally be offended, but that soft contact felt so good…It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art. Whispering a low moan, I pushed slightly back into the hands and was rewarded with more.