The first three days passed just by watching her. She was more gorgeous than ever and now she was wearing a large round red bindi and wearing some kaj...al around her eyes, large earrings or long one on special occasions. It was so sexy on her bright face. On 4th day, she told me that she will go to one of her neighbor and when she got ready I was flat and hard in my pants. She wore dark black saree wrapped around and a backless blouse with two strings tied and partially cleavage was visible from. ”“I can understand,” Eva replied. “Look at you -- you’re like a rail. No wonder you can wear a size two.”“You need more sleep,” Janet said.“I’m so worked up I don’t think I can...”Janet stepped into her bathroom and withdrew a bottle from the medicine cabinet. She tapped out two tablets and then ran some water into a paper cup. “Here,” she said to Eva. “Whenever I’m agitated and can’t sleep I take two of these. They knock me right out.”“What are they?”“A couple of Benadryl.”“Okay...” Janet. I pull our kiss apart and watch her eyes close as I quicken my speed on her lips, she begins to hold her breath as I can see she’s already ready to cum, and just as she nears, I pull my hand away, she’s frozen for a second then opens her eyes to me, giving me that look of need to finish, but I grab her hand and we walk into the living room. She sits me on the couch, and kneels down before me, her hands rubbing my thighs, and working them to my cock, bulging through my jeans. She undoes my belt,. He had a heavy pack slung on his back, full of supplies. He was serious. But then, he so often was. The Nobleman stepped forward and reached down to take her delicate hands into his much larger ones. She could feel callouses on his fingers and palms, built from years of gripping the sword. It was only the second time he’d ever taken her hand in his. It felt good, but she didn’t want this, didn’t want to hear what she knew he would say. She pulled her hands away. “I can’t take you,” he said.