From Bollywood India Comes A Dancer

When I got home Liz was busy fussing round preparing some snacks and tidying the house, she'd even brought in some fresh flowers from the garden, she really was the perfect hostess. Bang on time Rob rang the doorbell and we ushered him in, I shook hands with him but he'd brought a bunch of flowers for Liz. "I brought you these to say thank you for being so welcoming, it's meant a lot to me, I'm not usually welcomed anywhere." he said with his deep rumbling laugh. Liz blushed and mumbled an embarrassed thank you but Rob swept up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The hug lasted a while and I guessed he was enjoying the feel of her body against him, especially her firm and generous breasts. We all sat down and spent the next few hours in a very amicable indian and pleasant social evening. Rob was the perfect guest; witty, charming and completely amiable. He was a whisky drinker like me and he punished the bottle throughout the evening. We learnt a bit more about him, he said he was divorced but didn't elaborate further. One thing he was very quick to tell us was that he had been sterilised and had just got his test results back and that he was 'safe' This was obviously for Liz's benefit because by then I knew he was anything but safe around my wife!. He was a sales trainer for a big IT company and spent a lot of time travelling the country running asian seminars for the sales teams. He desi certainly mounted a charm offensive on Liz, he flattered and complimented her at every opportunity and I became aware that her attitude to him was changing. From being coldly formal she warmed to him considerably, when they spoke together I noticed she leaned her body towards him slightly. I know he noticed this too because even though she was wearing a plain white blouse her high firm breasts always gave a tantalising glimpse of cleavage, something Rob obviously appreciated by the amount of time he spent surreptitiously ogling them. At about 11pm Rob looked straight at girls Liz and announced he wanted to go softcore to bed, the inference was obvious but Liz just giggled like a school girl. When he got up to leave he again swept Liz up in another hug that was much longer than the one he gave her when he arrived, he also kissed her on both cheeks. After he left we cleared the crockery and glasses away and went up to bed. As we were changing I thought I'd see what Liz was erotic feeling. "Well that seemed to go well don't you think?" I said nonchalantly. "Yes, he's actually very charming, I think I may have misjudged him a little. But did you know when he hugged me as he left I could feel his shaft pressing against me? He was quite hard! I think it must have been all that whisky he drank." and again she giggled shamelessly. "I'm not sure about that, a mutual friend told me today that he's a notorious womaniser with marriages and affairs galore behind him. It seems he can't leave women alone." "Oh! Really! Well, well. Mind you I'm not surprised though the way he kept coming onto me and looking at me with his demon eyes." "So how do you feel about that?" "Umm, I'm not sure. At first I didn't like it but then I realised it was nice to have someone other than you find me attractive, but don't worry he's far too old for me." and she laughed brightly. However there was a thoughtful look in her eyes. I felt reassured by her answer and was confident Liz was totally faithful to me but that night and most of the next day I kept turning this over in my mind. I couldn't work out if I felt threatened by Rob or whether like Liz I should feel flattered that he found my wife attractive, after all every man likes to be envied by others. He obviously found her attractive but how far would he go? Jeb, get out here!” Harold asian shouted desi as he ran towards the statue. “Oh,” Alicia said. They were then moved to the ponygirl on their left and the spare loser was in front of one of us winners. I decided to do it and taking her hand, I looked at her and said, “Ashley, you’re really pretty and ... He was still tipsy from earlier; this was just going to make things worse. I will leave it up to you softcore to decide for yourself if my story merits such distinction. indian She moved her hips erotic and met my rythm. I could see it was going to be a slow process, but totally worth it. Please Susan, I don't know what you can do but please help us. Goodnight." “Did you notice what Master did when we requested to join the others as slaves?” Cristin grinned. We turned off the beach highway and got up girls onto the main highway. Rather than be embarrassed, however, Brie felt relieved.