Her name was Bharti. She was in her 40s around 46 something (not sure of age). She was slim and had maintained herself. She worked in a bank with her ...only son staying in America. She had short hair and she could resemble Tisca Chopra the Bollywood actress. To my message, I got a reply very late saying, “Do I know you?” And for which I replied, “Maybe not but we can have an introduction if you don’t mind.”She- Well what do you want to talk to me?Me- I just want to know about you? Is that ok for. This was fun. I grinned to myself. Nat wasn’t immune to me after all. With that notion in mind, I mimicked what he had done to me. I licked then nibbled across his peck muscles. Before too long, it was he wiggling under my direction this time. Growing braver, I made my way to his neck. With the flat of my tongue, I traced a line from the bottom to the top, stopping just below his ear. I must have been doing something right, because he tipped his head toward my mouth and moaned aloud for me to. "Mmmm, you have the best tasting pussy in the world."I giggled. "How do you know, have you tasted them all?"Brad shook his head. "Not yet." You brat! You better just stick to my pussy—and Kathy's, if you know what's good for you."Brad chuckled and took me in his arms. "I know what's good for me, Jenny—you are."I couldn't respond because of the lump that formed in my throat. I gave him a tender kiss and then held him close to me."Alright you two, time to fish," Eddie said as he stuck his head in. We toweled off and fell into bed naked and spent. He wrapped his entire body around me and we fell into a blissful unconsciousness.I awoke the next morning to find Blaise already in the kitchen. He had Big Ben in a mop bucket of steaming soapy water.“A bucket? He isn’t that big,” I said.“I want to let it soak,” he said. “I’ll scrub it again after that. I want to keep it as clean as possible.“How do you feel?”“Sore,” I said. “Quite a bit more than last week.”“I’m not surprised. You should be.