“Is... is this still free? Do you mind?”My left hand is still wrapped around my cock which really, really wants to come right now, but can't now t...hat she's actually here, in person, not just in my imagination. For a brief moment, I hate her. When the moment has passed, I put on a smile and gesture at the unoccupied tub with my free hand. “Yeah, it's free. Come on in.” It's difficult to not put unintentional emphasis on the word 'come'.She hesitates for a second, then returns the smile, pressing. I was trying to think of a polite way to suggest that our lunch was over, when he said "I think I know, actually."There's not a writer around who can sit still when someone else says they know why he or she writes. I sat back in my chair and waved a hand, asking him to go ahead and enlighten me.^^^^^^^^"You see," he began, "there are just a handful of reasons why someone with as many stories as you have written would skip that area. First, maybe you don't find anything about men erotic. But I. I knew something was not right because they usually spend about half an hour to a minimum everyday and Ram is usually a very talkative guy. I called Ram in a low tone and asked him if everything is fine, he said yeah in a very unconvincing way and went back to reading the paper. A little later he called out to my sister and said he was leaving. She did not turn back but said OK.Ram left the house. About an hour had passed. Reshma went into the bedroom to get some sleep and I was not getting any. I moved down to my breasts paying close attention to my nipples. I squeezed the soapy cloth and watched the suds run down my stomach and down my thighs onto my feet and the shower floor. I stepped into the stream of water to rinse those suds off. I then grabbed my razor to make sure my vagina was smooth. After a quick shave I re-lathered my cloth and rubbed it over my pussy and let the rough texture of the towel rub my clit. It felt amazing! I quickly finished my shower and hurried back to my.