Mai tumhara bohot acchese khayaal rakhungi.”, I was taken aback, in a dilemma, not enough blood in my brain to think, as some other organ had dibs o... the blood supply. I wanted to fuck her, but I was unsure of the consequences. She detected my hesitation and said, “Tum aur hafta bhar ho yahaan pe. Tumhari mom ko hum delhi bhej denge. Mai tumhaari bohot khaatir karungi. Ekdum pati ki tarah rakhungi tumhe. I will be your slave. Jab chaho tab mujhe chod lena, din, raat, subeh, shaam, sab kar lena. It began with kissing, of course. Deep, passionate kisses, hands roaming over each other, breathless words of love. "I need you so much..." I'm yours, Chahlie..." Oh, Carol... Tell me again..." "I'm yours, love. I belong to you... Take me..." He kissed and sucked that secret spot above her collarbone, and she sighed and gasped. He held her breast and sucked at her stiff nipple, biting it lightly and making her squirm and shiver. He felt her pussy, so warm and wet for him, twisting and rotating. In my extremely low rise jeans and skimpy little tank top I loved knowing that I affected my man this way. Before I knew what was happening, Greg had stood up, picked me up, and sat me on top of his tool box. You should know youre always safe with me, he said with a growl that caused the dampness between my legs to turn into an all out flood. Though your tight little pussy may be a little sore after I get done fucking it. And with that he claimed my lips in the most passionate kiss I had ever. . Well, not Kate. Fuck! He was just gettingaround to finally asking Kate out, and now...Well, no sense thinking about this now, he'll take it one step at a time.But still the thoughts persisted.He slowly stripped naked, throwing his stuff to the hamper. As he steppedinto the shower cabin, he again noticed the odd gait he had to affect dueto his wider pelvis and large breasts dragging on his chest. "I won't berunning much anymore, that's for sure." he thought as he turned the wateron. Man, this.