Now she turned back and sat there on fours with her ass facing towards me. I went near her and held her waist and bend her further below. I told her t... raise her ass some more. She did while I stood there.My dick touched her bare ass and what surprised me was she pushed her ass on my dick and rubbed on it slowly. Anu didi, “Is It okay, Abhi?” Acting confused she looked behind at me with one finger on her mouth. My mouth was wide open but somehow I controlled and went backed.Click…Click…Anu. She picked up her needlework, but she was too angry, and she threw it into a corner. Then she looked through the window and her mouth stood agape. Bente was emptying the coal bunker, refilling his sacks and loading them onto his wagon while her father stood there seemingly pleading with the tall collier. Obviously his pleading availed for naught. Bente drove his fully loaded wagon away without looking back.A few moments later her father readied his large mule wagon and drove off as well.. Since that significant Sunday, Sharmila and I have been making love regularly especially on Sundays. The more we have made love, the more we have learnt about each other’s bodies and secret desires. Sutapa has been a divorcee for the last seven years. In those years she had had liaisons with a couple of New Delhi based males one of whom was a pretty big politician (whose name I shall not reveal for obvious reasons). But, as she told me one day after a round of vigorous sex, both of those. Lovemaking was irregular and was virtually reserved for birthdays and their wedding anniversary. The way they were was compounded by Joe spending a lot of extra time at work and having to travel interstate quite often. Marie had often thought that Joe was paddling in someone else's pool but even checking his dirty laundry after his return home from his trips did not prove it. Although she had no proof, she kept on thinking of the old saying, "it's too high up to eat grass but it must be fed".