I now noticed her carefully. She had sexy looks. I started thinking about why she is sharing a cab with me when she could have booked the whole cab fo... herself.She was wearing a nice perfume. The fragrance of her perfume was making me hornier and hornier. Suddenly she asked, “Are you from Delhi? You don’t look like a local.” I replied that I have been staying in Delhi for more than 26 years.She was surprised and said, “Wow, you don’t look like you are a Delhiite. I am actually from Mumbai. I. After only a few seconds I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth and began sucking. He was only about 6 inches long so I could suck the entire cock inside my mouth. I moved my hands so I could grab the cheeks of his ass and I tightened my mouth around his hard muscle and began bobbing my head up and down. His hands went to my head and held it tightly so that he began to fuck my mouth. It didn’t take long before I felt the head of his cock began to swell and I knew I was going to have my. Nevertheless, I felt Cindy was basically a privateperson, careful about what she said and circumspect when revealingherself.When we spoke about guys, I told her about the men in my life withoutrevealing my transgender status. She was a devoted wife and mother so Ialways talked about my more serious relationships and never about myslutty weekends (and many weeknights for that matter). Of course therewere a few times when I slipped up and told her about a particularlyexciting romp. She would warn. I could see myself jutting up into her pink passage, my pubic hair tickling her engorged cltoris. Her hair, knotted and salty, still flowed over one shoulder and down past her breasts, which swayed slightly as she began to rock, squirming her rear up and down on my chest, smearing her fluid up to my belly button. She arched her back and upped her tempo, and it was my turn to be ridden.But still I did not cum. She pivoted, an action which alone could bring me to orgasm on any other night, and.