Our van stood in a secluded spot with a copse of trees growing behind it, and the beach no more than a hundred feet from us.“Will you look at that S...eve, it’s longer than our house back home!” Jennifer said enthusiastically.“Aye, y’ damn right sweetheart.” I said also enthused as much as the misses was.I walked up the steps to the front door and with the key they’d given me back at reception I opened the door and stepped in.Jennifer barged passed me and walked the length of the van looking in. “Bullshit” Kent immediately caught on “you’ve been acting antsy all day so don’t even lie to me” Bruce sighed, running a hand through his hair staring at the floor, he hasn’t been this nervous since he came out to his grandmother, Kent had that influence on him and it was definitely showing tonight, after a minute he shook his head and backed up to leave the room “never mind it’s not important”“Bruce” Kent grabbed his shirt to stop him from leaving, those goddamn brown eyes were serious “if you. He came back to the bed and sat real close to me.“Would you like to say anything, Priya?” he asked enquiringly. “Because I want you not to speak but to make some other sound with those inviting lips of yours.”I blushed and closed my eyes as I felt his warm hands cupping my hips inside my saree. I moved my hands over her hips as her brown skin was sparkled in the silver moonlight. I traced it inside her saree and rested my hand on her belly. My fingers slipped inside her naval which was curvy. She valued her friendship with her British friend too much to allow it to become something that would never work and for which she had no interest in pursuing.Would she have felt the same way if a man had shown her affection in such a way? She might have been more certain of her sexual desires, but no less reluctant to pursue a physical relationship even with men since her husband died. And this despite having had obvious opportunities, not only with Gareth, but also, and very openly, with.
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