Tech from IIT Chennai. Her name is Anita ( name changed ) and she runs a boutique in SouthDelhi just to keep her selves busy as most of the time she i... alone at home. Then we chatted on lots of topics. She is a well informed women. While chatting we never realized how those 2 hours went and the flight landed at the Delhi airport. We decided to be friends and exchanged our mobile nos. I also invited her to dinner next evening at my hotel and she agreed. Next evening at around 4 p.m. I called her. Nair.Mrs. Nair too had noticed the slowly forming bulge on his trunks, and a naughty smile was already playing on her lips. “Seems someone still remembers my touch” she said mockingly, indicating towards his erecting cock. Borah was completely embarrassed by then and decided best not to respond. Mrs. Nair smiled at his awkwardness, “Here, let me take care of it” she said and then slowly went down on her knees so that her mouth was at level with his cock.Borah stood frozen and Mrs. Nair slowly. “. “bahut sundar hai aapki Chhoochiyan”. I replied . “Tumne sirf choowan hai dekha kahan”.We reached the farmhouse. I opened the gate locks and said come in everybody. I locked the door. There are some fruit thieves who cross the boundary wall. I told them to check the area. After 5 minutes they came and said all clear. We went inside the house. We sometimes have party here. I brought some costly wine from the store. These poor people never tasted so much before. I took off my saree and in. Finally, the time had come. I guided his cock inside me and it was simply the ultimate pleasure. I wanted to moan loudly which I did. He too was moaning. The running train covered our moaning noises.He then held me by my waist and started thrusting with full force I was moving up and down too. We started slowly and caught the rhythm in sync with the running train. We did not want to stop. It was simply the greatest joy there was. We continued to fuck wildly and he was showing no signs of.