He was dark, handsome, not a model type but good looking. You can say above average. I waved at him, he recognized me from video chats.He said that we...would take a drive in his car and discuss all the details. I agreed and followed him to his car. He started driving and started asking details about my wife. To all his questions my answers were that “My wife has been brought up in a conservative environment.”“But living in Mumbai with me has made her a little more open. She dresses in sarees. I’d often heard my father make eloquent speeches—he’s an English professor—but I’d never been the focus of his pride like I felt right then.The women, dressed in gowns and flowers, presented themselves on the stairs for photos before we piled into four cars to go to the opening. Of course, Les and I had to pose with them, too, and then Dad set a timer on the camera and rushed up to join Mom on the top step. I was glad we had eaten an early dinner because there wouldn’t be anything but punch and. After a few moments, she leaned forward and took his limp dick in one hand. She ran the nails of her other hand asking his inner thigh and sucked his tip into her mouth. She stuffed the rest of him in her mouth until her nose was between his thighs and sucked until she could feel him growing again. She moaned against him as she felt his tongue move with increasing enthusiasm. Once she had him hard again, she pulled off him and rolled back around with a leg on either side of his hips. She. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed at the “too good to get dirty” attitude or be thankful to have the view she offered.Either way, he stood and approached his target. “You aren’t going to slap me now are ya?” he asked, wiping his own hands on his cut-offs.“No!” she huffed, “Just get it off me.” and grabbed her knees.He didn’t know if she realized what she was doing. If she did, then she was teasing him. If she didn’t, then she was too innocent for him to corrupt. Deciding that he couldn’t.