. here it comes....\" And then it went off. I kicked my feet in the air erractically as the water on my clit took me over the edge. The thrash of m...y body in the water created waves that lapped along the sides of the tub.Right after orgasming under the faucet, my clit gets really sensitive so I blocked the flow of water with my hand to keep it from falling on my clit while I recovered from my orgasm.Jeff enjoyed our bathroom session as much as I did, and afterwards, I toweled off, and the two. So it was agreed.I saw Brij removing his white juba. Dudhiya had been prepared for the night. She had a good bath, and was lying on the bed with only blouse and petticoat. Her navel was shining in pristine beauty. Kavita had removed her own pink saree and sat on the nearby sofa to watch her maid in action.Kavita had been uncomfortable during her periods. Now, since she had a replacement for her, she was a bit relieved. She loved Brij and his lovely cock. His cock was a magic wand. It drove her. Almost like when Daisy, my childhood best friend of the Golden Retriever variety, died. Those books were part of me. None of which I would ever read again, but they were my proof. Now my bookshelves have been replaced by a folder on my Kindle called ‘Read Books.’ No one, except the internet servers, knows what I have read. I ran my fingers across a series of titles by one of my favorite authors. Okay, I admit I miss my paper books. A digital list just didn’t have the same weight. I sighed and. Turns out we live one neighborhood apart. I’m in this wanna-be poshy neighborhood where the young, hip, rich and gorgeous live. Trouble is I’m too old to be “young,” I’ve never been hip, I’ve got too goddamn much student debt to be rich and I’ve never been considered gorgeous. So I don’t exactly fit in, but I found a house I really liked and I bought it. Bobby lived about a half-mile from me, but it was like crossing the border. The hip, young, and pretty gave way to old, tired and downtrodden..