You look down between my legs, marvelling at how the rain wasn’t all that was getting me wet.Your hands on my hips, you push me against the back of ...the couch, my hands scrambling for a brace. You run a hand down my hips, over my sweet, flawless buttocks, and under, pulling my leg slightly up, the better to eat me with. Neither of us are in the mood for subtleties, so you let loose your lips upon me, lapping up my juices, running your tongue up and down my slit, your fingertips reaching for my. I told Jules that three suites were to be used by my aircrew. Four would be used by Forest with his wife, Ken with his spouse, Mika, and Harriet. We would have the Westfield staff who would need three suites, and we would have Fred with his wife and child. I know that we had a couple of suites with a second bedroom that would be good for Fred. I asked Jules if we were going to be over capacity. My sweet wife hugged me and said, “You’re fine. There are ten regular suites and four with two. (Yes, guys, she was Shalini, and she lived in front of my flat with her husband who usually stays abroad on assignments from his company.)I was grateful at least to find the time to observe some beauty in life. That time, I didn’t know that my night was packed with much more fun than I had even anticipated.After finishing my cigarette, I went back to my flat and noticed that Shalini was on her balcony with a glass of wine and smoking with a filter on.I saw her and waved. She looked back at me. I’ve been snooping around, up around the main house. Says it’s out of bounds, but I’ve always been a rule-breaker.”She looked at me intently, I thought, trying to gauge my response. A rule-breaker engaged in what could be construed as chatting up a stranger. You never know how much to read into people’s off-the-cuff utterances.The woman had a small, round face and innocent, blankly staring eyes. She reminded me for some reason of a girl I had once met when we were both in our early twenties..