He usually does us first and finishes across the street. I did not think much of it and went back in. A few minutes go by and I see him coming back my...way, so I go out to greet him.Instead of handing me my mail, he steps up on the porch and begins chatting. He is a nice looking, 30-something, fit black guy.He is smiling while we talk and looking me up and down. Odd, I think. He asks if he could step inside for a moment. Ok, really odd now. But I step back in and hold the door for him. He then. With lightning swiftness I pulled my hand back. It's like I was burned by the touch. I tentatively returned to the feather light exploratory touches on sensei's face. I gently stroked her face, brushing away a stray lock of black hair from her eyes. Her long black hair had a shine about it that showed great care. She had long black eyelashes with a gradual curl, and a narrow face with soft but pronounced cheekbones. A small nose with a tilted tip. Just to the left of her mouth was a small. Turning around the dark haired guy put his hands on my hips as I snogged him my arms wrapped around his neck. Then I heard the zip of my dress being pulled down and soon enough it was around my feet, I knew I was stood there in a matching black bra and knickers set with all my fat hung down. Not feeling confident but feeling randy.As my bra was undone I felt the blond one fondle my tits from behind, the guy I was snogging started to roll a nipple as I rubbed the front of his trousers, and he. The content of this story is not that explicit but still as a narrator, I hope it will tickle your horny bones. This funny incident started on a fine Friday afternoon in an apartment at Indrapuram, Ghaziabad when Rita (a horny house wife), called Mahesh (her lover) for her her daily afternoon sex ritual, when her husband Ravi was not around.Let me tell you about my characters a bit more elaborately, so that you may visualize them better.Rita: A hot Indian bhabi, huge boobs, milky white skin,.