Now I was finally getting a chance to have a good look at her. She was about half a foot shorter than me, with short curly hair and a nice sized rack....She was dressing cute in a sophisticated sort of way with a top that accentuated her ample cleavage, but wasn't wearing anything overly “sexy”. Most likely she didn't want to give her husband reason to suspect her late night departure. She told me up front that she wasn't planning on sleeping with me that night, but I wasn't going to throw away. "We need to go out." She was speaking in her distressed voice."What?" "I need to get something." "What?" I repeated, slightly annoyed. She was always pulling crap like this."I dropped the pump on the bathroom floor and it broke." "I'll be over in a second." I was still dressed and merely walked the few steps down the hall to her door and knocked."Just a minute." God she was so predictable! I could hear her putting clothes back on. She opened the door and was dressed as before, but I was just. They listened to his bull acting interested they told him that he needed to meet their designer. Carter was all “in”. They drove him out in their “BBI” stretch Chevy Tahoe. Carter was now impressed. As they pulled up to the gate of their estate the big show started. A “BBI” van opened and what appeared to be a guard, let them in. Parking at the door a “houseman” rushed to open their doors. Going inside, Carter was blown away by the elegance. They sat, had a drink and Nick said, “did we tell you. But, I could not spare the sight of her womanhood which got closer to my eyes due to her erotic movements. As I lowered my head over her hairy clit, the seductive scent took over me and my lips immediately reached out to her clit and started brushing against her tender hair. My stuck out tongue joined the fun by teasing her entrance and attempting to make a forceful entry inside her slogged clit. Ambika’s hands reached out to my manhood as if signaling me to make the entry and I immediately.