John watched his son swayher hips as she crossed the room. The decision was made; he could notdeal with THAT being called his son. They would not be a...le to pick upwhere they had left off but, John thought, they could live a fairly"normal" life. John could claim that the girl was an illegitimatedaughter or even an illegal maid. They would work out the story whenthey got home.===They had made it just fine into the United States. Carne was now set upin the room he lived in when he was John's son.. She is a typical Indian housewife who is usually dressed in plain sarees with sindoor, bindiya and a mangalsutra claded around her neck. She is a very sober lady who is well known in and around our area as a very noble and dignified lady.But even the most respected and noble women are after all human who have the desire of being loved by a man. Who have the desire of being felt by the manhood of a naked man and to feel the heat and warmth oozing out of his body while making passionate and wild. As we kept talking about our lives I bent forward and kissed her on her cheeks. The next second our tongues were in each others throat. It was very intense. She really knew how to kiss. I am not bad either which was much appreciated. I wanted to go a step further but she stopped me and said she is not that kind of girl, who picks up guys from the road and starts fucking them. We laughed at the whole thing. I left my number with her and asked her to call me the next day. We called it a night and. He was throbbing, and now fully nude with her standing over him. She turned around, now facing his head.“I want your cock deep inside me” was all she said, and in the same breath sat down and guided his cock into her pussy. She slid all the way down to the balls and moaned. So did he. And he began to push his hips up to try to get even deeper inside. She felt so good. Wet, tight, soft, warm. She pushed down on him to settle his hip thrusting, then adjusted her position to prepare to fuck him..