Had I been in one of our apartments I would have slid my fingers under her skirt to feel what I imagined to be her hot, moist pussy, but, of course, w...e were in public.In my best British accent in an attempt to evoke Jane Austen’s Victorian era I said, “Would you mind very much if I were to kiss you, Anna?” “Why Mr. ______, you rogue,” with the same aristocratic English air was her witty response. She nonetheless moved forward and our lips met. It was very pleasurable and soon our pecking turned. She grabbed one of his bags and with a quick motion for him to follow her, began to haul the bag up the short stairway to the second level of the small house.The second floor was primarily bedrooms and a small catchall room. Kristel opened the door to a small bedroom at the end of the hall and explained that this was the guest bedroom where he would be staying. She sat his bag down next to an old looking highboy at the foot of the bed and opened the drawers to show him they were empty. She sat. ..Al.'' I shot him a big smile as I stared directly into his deep brown eyes. We continued the Mehendi party until my hands and feet were complete then I was sent off to bed to get as much rest as possible; for tomorrow would be a long day, and I would not be getting any sleep tomorrow night. The Day of the Wedding... I was woken at 6am to be bathed in rose water; I was washed by two women in a marble bathtub that was a little bigger than the size of a hot tub. They left no patch of skin. Furthermore, she let me in on the fact that her husband wasn’t packing much of a fighter downstairs. At this point, I figured this was my best opportunity to shoot my shot, so I told her laughingly, “I could always help you with those needs.” She not believing me responded, “oh really? It’s about time you offered.”I noticed her leaning in so I leaned in to match her as we began to kiss. This time, with more intensity than we ever had. Up until this point it was only ever a peck for fun or to.