With each stroke, she spreads my natural lubricant over my cock until her hand easily slops up and down the shaft. It feels so wonderful. I watch her...breasts as she strokes and notice that both her nipples are erect. I watch her face, so intent on stroking my cock, until she looks up and our eyes lock. As I look at her lips, she lens forward, and kisses me deeply, hand still firmly on my cock. Her lips are warm, soft and salty and part slightly as I tilt my head and kiss her back. I feel her. Many of the urban Indian men wear normal, American-style pants and shirts instead of the veshti wrap-around cloths that most of the rural men wear.I briefly rubbed his cock lump as I unzipped and dropped his pants to the floor. He was wearing normal tight, white underwear instead of the traditional langota cloth wrap. I pushed his underwear down and gripped his thick, damp shaft, which I could just barely fit my hand around. His cock felt like it must be about eight inches long and I loved the. You always were wrapped up in T.V or in your room early. In fact, his was the first penis I ever saw.Me. He showed it to you?Ali. Sure did, after I bugged him enough about seeing his ink pen. Do you remember when you kept asking about a girl having two different tones for climaxes?Me. Yeah. You kept saying you had no way of knowingAli. Well, one of the tones was me.Me. What the hell????? You and Dad???????Ali. Yes. And Mom knew. There were nights she stayed in my room so I could be with Dad.. When I got back I paused a moment just out of her line of sight. I could see she had tried to tear her hand through the plastic of the cuffs, and gotten a scraped wrist for her trouble. She was slumped down, and I saw a tear running down her cheek. So she wasn't all that tough.Without saying a word, I started a fire, pulled out my coffeepot, and started to brew some with good Indo grounds. Once I got it going, I buckled her right wrist to the tree leaving her left arm free, and threw her the.