Sue nodded andsat down across from me.All through our lunch, which we ate mostly in silence, Sue studied me.After we finished and Sue had tossed the u...ed paper plates in thetrash, Sue asked me the question that had been on our minds since shehad returned home with the groceries."Mike, what the hell happened to you?" she asked. "You were perfectlynormal when I left this morning. Then two hours later you have most ofa woman's body and look almost as if you could be Brooke Johnson'ssister." I. She obeyed unquestioningly, lost in the frenzy and fervour of the most intense sex she had experienced since her marriage turned dour. Sometimes she took a cock in her mouth while another pumped into her pussy, skewered on two ends. Her eagerness to please was insatiable. They were rough and unrestrained with her, alternately calling her a slut and a whore, smacking her ass till it turned a vivid pink, pulling her hair back, spitting onto her holes. Yet she would get more and more into it,. That’s just how much I love it. May be this may seem so disgusting or weird to many readers here, cause they are different to me, but I love it. It’s just me. Sorry if it disappoints any of you ok. The story I am about to write is a real life story that made me love Indian men so much. Simply cause them cum so much.If my story becomes popular and if people give me positive feedback then I will surely write some more, cause I have now been with 5 Indian men, and all of them came a lot. 3 out of. “Sorry sis, but you still haven’t cum from being eaten out. Your pussy is just too good, I had to be inside you.”She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately as I started to work my hips.I held her close and started to slam my cock into her as hard as I could. Her pussy was tight and gripped my cock just right. It wasn’t long before we were both groaning together, and I could feel her pussy grip and pulsate around my cock.Her body shook, and her legs held tightly around me. I.