I have seen her with that border tipping away from her shoulders. I am amazed that my heart has survived all those mild heart attacks whenever I have ...een those blouse-encased breasts, straining out of the flimsy material. Even in the most orthodox-looking saris, she almost always wore low-neck blouses that revealed lots of cleavage whenever, by chance, the border of the sari fell down her shoulders. When she bent down, like to pick up something from off the floor, those huge breasts strained. All of which means the pace at work increases to get things done for the holidays and people taking off. Not to mention buying presents, which with my family is the definition of 'exercise in futility.' None of that adds up to relaxation." "Yes, but you have one thing this year you didn't before." "What?" "Me." He grinned. "I'm good at relaxing, and helping people relax." Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" "It is. And since I'm your boyfriend, doesn’t it make sense to take advantage of me?". It was so sexy I was worried I might cum my pants before i even got to see it. I yanked down her pants, revealing her luscious black tushy. I began licking her ass crack and butt cheeks. Her cute pussy peek-a-boo'ed between her legs. I slid my tongue into her cunt, all the way in. My nose pushed against her anus."So do you want me from behind, or in the behind?" she asked with a smile."You already know," I said, "I am going to fuck you in the ass!" "I better get ready." I thought she was. “Oh yes. I think it’s a bit of a kink for them. They like to think they’ve made a major conquest if they can get to fuck a woman who likes getting on her knees and praying. Bit like when I’m sucking your cock really...” and she giggled. “Anyway...... I met you and you are MUCH nicer.....” she tailed off and I got the feeling ‘something’ was coming. She cuddled in close to me and I put my arms around her.“Rogerrrrr....” she purred, “I hope you don’t think I’m a complete whore, but there’s.