He had no desire to move, so only used the residence for entertaining foreign guests, and dignitaries. The first Vice Presidential resident was Walter...Mondale, who moved in after being sworn in in January seventy-seven.We arrived late and had had a full day. It was well after midnight when our staff let us sneak away to bed in a magnificent second floor master suite that reeked of one-hundred years ago. The bed was soft and warm, in all the right ways, and it was no time before my wristwatch. He thought it gave her a kind of foreign flavor. He decided that southern women, or at least this one, certainly could put an arousing spin on just about everything they said. ‘So, what were you doing at the dinner?’ ‘Oh… my husband’s a banker. The affair was honoring… a roast I guess… of another banker. Had to go… you know, keep up pretenses and all that shit.’ ‘This is too fast,’ she murmured against his mouth just before he kissed her again. ‘What is?’ She hadn’t heard him, and said, ‘I’m. But there it is." She sighed. "On your knees," she commanded. I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me. "I can't have a boyfriend," she said as I tasted her. I didn't care. I just nodded and drank her in. In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed. Brief explosions. For those, who have not read my previous encounters, I am a 27-year-old investment banker, working in Bangalore. I am 6’2″tall, muscular and a clean, big dick. This encounter I am about to describe happened two months ago when I went to Delhi to visit my married buddy Dheeraj. He is a Punjabi with a sexy Punjabi housewife, Ghazal. She is a very playful woman and makes every man want to fuck her.I flew to Delhi on Friday evening, and Dheeraj arranged my stay at his home, very kind of him. He was.