I was returning to my room after a Saturday stroll in the grounds when I had the good fortune to wait to share the lift with a beautiful young woman. ...She was made more beautiful by the fabulous wedding gown she was wearing. I've always believed that brides are inheritantly beautiful, especially when dressed in white. This woman was stunning. She was a black girl, her skin the colour of milk chocolate and she was wearing her dress with the support on her arms rather than shoulders. The contrast. Her stats were 36C-32-36. She used to wear saree well below her navel. With a bucket in her hand of wet clothes, she just called Suresh and said to him.Shobha – Mai chath par kapde sukhane ja rahi hu.Suresh – HmmAnd Shobha went to the terrace. Not expecting anyone to be there, she was singing and moving freely. But then she noticed Sudhir there in his vest and lungi smoking a cigarette. She stopped singing and just looked into his eyes for a moment.Sudhir – Maaf kijiyega. Mujhe pata nahi tha. " Oh that sounds fun," enthused Sandy."Yeah, put us down for that," agreed Mark."Ok tomorrow evening after dinner, say about nine," I said, "I'll met you in the bar. You two just think about it, it's your session, ok?" Yeah thanks," said Mark.I watched them walk away, Sandy was quite tall, about five seven or eight, with a slim figure. Her bust was small but she had really long slim legs. To obtain my goal, i.e. getting between those long legs would require some organising.The hotel provided. Wow the mall is packed as I look around as Patti holds my hand."I better hold your hand, you look like such a little girl. I don't wantanyone stealing you." Yea and you can't leave me alone dressed like a little girl." Oh stop, it's not like I dressed you as a teenage girl, you look morelike a little girl from elementary school."I see her smiling at me."Oh yea like thanks ha-ha-ha Patti I mean Aunt Patti." That's a good girl," Patti smiles at me."That's a pretty dress in the window, isn't it.