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I brought you over early so can get comfortable before the crowd settles in” she says. The club has low tables around the dance floor, long L shape... bar on the left side, and restrooms on the right of the dance floor. High pub tables are behind low tables in the middle of the club, and booths are all the way in the back that are elevated up so were ever you sit you can see the dance floor. They have real soft lighting except at the bar, which has a brilliant etched glass mirrors. On one side,. He didn’t have any objection, he told we could take his room. I called my friends in the city and told them i couldn’t make it. When i entered the room, renu was on the floor, sitting still. I had to console her. I told her its ok, every thing will be fine. She looked at me and asked, “how did u know i am indian.” I told her i heard her in the phone booth. She was quite. Then she hugged me, thanking me for saving her life. She said , “i was stupid, i don’t know what i was thinking? They would. And I reached her place and called her to my bad luck her mother in law came to her home and husband is still at home and it will take some time for me to enter the home. I felt very bad and cursed her mother in law and her husband for spoiling my mood and wasting the time. So I went to net café and she too came online and was chatting with so that I won’t feel bore and after one hour her husband too her mother in law and Preethi send the message to come to her home. I just logged off and when. Every so often she would reach up and flick her nipple. Was what she was reading exciting her? All that I could do was watch her as she would put her suntan oil on and glide her hand up and down her body. I could not see if she was touching her pussy but her hand stayed down there quite awhile. Even when we lay in bed at night sometimes mom would put her arm over me and her hand some how would rest across my nipple. After awhile of that happening I would feel my nipple harding.

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