Emily was sitting on the futon, her legs crossed, skin showing all the way up to her thigh, the loose kimono parting over her breasts, her hair down o...ver her shoulders. He sat down beside her and put the cheese platter on a coffee table in front of the futon and poured each of them a glass of wine. They bumped glasses and sipped the wine. She leaned back on the futon and the kimono gapped open at the bottom. She pulled it back over the hair between her legs. After her second nibble of cheese,. "Ladies, we must watch our figures, and cut down on the vodka and snacks!"She gives us each a pair of spandex underwear, less revealing than anything we have worn for the photographic shoot, and she instructs us to push our penises back between our legs before pulling them up. "The Tuck" she calls it. "Can't have you flapping in the breeze!" she laughs.Our dresses match. They are spaghetti strap, bare shoulder, shiny silver dresses with not much room for breast. Which is fine, as we do not. Louisa sat astride Jet, bareback, her strong thighs hugging the stallion’s sides. She was a vision in jeans, white blouse, and cowboy boots.“I want to be with you tonight, Jake,” she stated.“Absolutamente, Amazona míà,” Jake said. “But you won’t be the one doing the riding.”“Yes, I am but a poor cowgirl, Patrón,” Louisa said with down cast eyes, “It will be however you wish.”Jake exploded with laughter at that comment. Louisa gave him a big smile and spun Jet around. She turned her head over. Then we had a conversation and it became a daily routine and we became best buddies in a week that we started sharing our personal things and then I gotta know that she was actually from Kerala but settled in Vijayawada. She has a daughter studying in Chennai in a reputed university and when I asked about her husband she said he is Australia doing some business there and comes India for every 2 months. Then I thought I may get lucky with her.. soon we became too close that we share some naughty.