Asian Women 5009

Not love. Her hands touching my lower belly, unbuttoning my pants, hands in places I have not felt in decades. Do you need something?”
“Some of my henna flaked off when I moved.” She had an apologetic look to her, like she had stolen a sip of my soda. How could she have not taken my touch as the gift it had been meant as, how? In fact that Jen was naked made me uncomfortable, a strange sensation. All the women of the household with wet henna hands! But now I was no longer concerned with hands. Their bodies were covered with designs that, while pleasing to them, they did not know the meaning of. And she knew that, or simply didn’t care what I wanted. Hit me as sudden as her questions had. I wanted to say things but I could not make the words form. Blinking, I looked at Jen and smiled to match her smile. “Come on, lovely. But now I was no longer concerned with hands. Jennifer was clean shaven down there.