“I didn’t think you’d want to spend your night with my parents, do you?”
The realization belatedly washed over me that Ashna wanted more from me than that heavenly kiss in the hallway. Indian sex I got up slowly and stepped over to Mr. We giggled, kissing and tickling, while our bodies moved together in marvelous synchronicity. The goat curry wasn’t bad at all, but I had to drizzle a lot of yogurt on it to make it edible for my poor North American palate. I was soon full beyond comfort, and I started to issue forth aromatic but blessedly silent belches that mirrored the rich tangy foods I’d so earnestly consumed. She’s a darling, and I can’t wait for my next meal.”
Ashna nodded, then looked down at the table. Seconds later, the doors swung open and Ashna stood above me with my bill. “Just pull it out at the end, alright? She’s so good to her parents.” I was trying to figure out if this was some kind of sales job or just the exuberant confessions of a proud parent.
