She has a curvy hourglass figure, firm breasts that just beg to be fondled and a tight ass. Often when she's out walking her little dog she'll stop ov...r and talk. The conversation is usually about nothing in particular but since both of us own dogs, it's a convenient excuse to come over and chat.When I'm home alone (my wife works evenings as a nurse supervisor)she will often stop over and chat. When she does she seems to take every opportunity to give me a long, lingering down blouse look at. I flush red with embarassment and shuffle off the dance floor to the bar to hide in a glass. Hiding my shame in a glass when all of a sudden someone comes up behind me and asks to buy the next round. Its him! This godlike black man. We exchange pleasantries and introductions. His name is Devon. We hit the dance floor and he grinds up on me immediately. His hands are all over my ass. I can feel a gigantic bulge in his pants and my knees go qeak. He leans in and kisses me. Not a gentle kiss, a. She reached between her legs and pulled my cock right up between her slit, sliding back and forth along the shaft before pushing me inside her. “Do you like that?” she asked. “You feel so good inside me. I could almost sit here forever,” she said as she flexed her pelvic muscles, almost milking cum out of me. Without another word she sprung up, turned around, crouched down and took me into her mouth once more. “This time lover we don’t stop until I get what I want, and that is your love. I opened the door, thinking it must be the paper boy collecting the monthly dues. I was surprised to see my neighbor Roshni at the door. Roshni gave me a wide smile on seeing me and said, “Good evening, Uncle.” I, too, wished her. Thinking that she had come to see my wife, I said, “Suma has gone to her native Roshni.” Suma is my wife’s name.Roshni Mathews and her husband, Paul Mathews, were my immediate neighbors on the 4th top floor of our apartment. Both were software professionals and were.