Then she asked me what I was up to. I told her she would have to wait and see, but she was right about one thing I was up. I was rock hard just hearin... her voice and thinking about later.Step 2 was complete. I could tell by her voice she wasn’t k**ding when she said she was hot and wet!I spent the next 2 hours sending her very erotic and explicit text messages, 1 about every 20 minutes. After the 7th text message my phone started ringing, it was her. She was practically panting when I answered. She too had a daughter from the bihari man whom they call babu. Some days the daughter used to come for work when her mother is not ok. She must be about 32 years old. It was a Sunday or so and I was in the house. The daughter, let us call rani 18 yrs , came to our house for work in absence of the regular mother vina.One day, I found that there are some condoms lying near our house, perhaps used by my landlords. To my surprise, I came to know that the landlords wife has gone to her place and. .. physically. As far as the loan goes -- it's how I can help. You're family and family helps family. I was happy to do it and I expected nothing in return." Understood," she replied."What we've found between us is a bonus. All I want is to give you pleasure. I'm getting the same vibe from you." As you should ... because that's what it was." I ... I feel so fortunate to have you after all this time, Mae. I just wanted to make sure I was reading it right." Oh, you were, all right."I rolled onto. ”I chuckled.“I bet you’re always in the mood,” I said.Sandra launched herself on top of me, straddling me, and then she settled down on to my lap. She peered down at me.“Don’t you freaking dare look surprised!” she exhorted. “You’ve been ogling me for weeks.”Sandra stripped out of her sports bra and tossed it towards the headboard. Her breasts were a perfect-sized set of 38 c-cup “man-mades”, with bolt-on nipple set in small dark areolas that were rock hard to the touch. She pushed my shirt.