After all I was going on fifty-eight.She had to start working a lot more hours in her new position. I understood but didn't like the idea. We still ha... sex, not as often as I had expected and really wasn't any better than when she was heavy. In fact I would have to say it wasn't as good. No more big titty fucks. I used to like those. She never wanted me on top much anymore either. Something about me being too heavy.I knew something was up. After thirty years of marriage you really get to know. “And, of course, Rajiv just texted me that he agrees. Rajiv doesn’t like to say much. He prefers to text. He listens a lot and says very little. I don’t know if it’s shyness or shrewdness on his part, to be honest,” Devi explained, while Rajiv resumed taking orders from patrons, none of whom seemed phased by this whole discourse played out in front of them.“Outcaste culture, in case you’re wondering. We outcastes tend to mind our own business, say little, complain little, and try not to rock. We eat at a nice restaurant and as we are eating dinner one of the girls is rubbing her foot up and down my leg. Every so often she pushes her foot into my crotch. From the way we are sitting I can’t tell which girl it is. After dinner we stop in the lounge of my hotel for a drink. We are sitting in a booth and after a while Maureen’s daughter excuses herself. Maureen turns to me and says you’ve been staring at my tits all night. I explain they look so nice I can’t help it. With that she grabs. There were the usual hustlers, and a lot of drivers sitting up looking around, same as me.I was pretty lucid after ten minutes of sitting and was about to put my rig in gear and get rolling on the final leg of this trip to Florida when I saw her. She was slipping along slowly, keeping a lookout for her safety, looking somehow seriously out of place. She was slender and dressed in a light sleeveless tangerine top with white shorts and sandals. She looked like she had just come from the mall. Her.