Eventually she left, telling me she wanted to move home, and saying she didn't want to have anything to do with Tom, the guy I watched her fuck. I nev...r said a word and ignored her.She must have been getting a farewell fuck on Saturday night, but I couldn't care less. Early Sunday morning she began to move things back in and I ignored her, not helping at all, truthfully, I didn't' give a shit. When she tried to move things into our bedroom, the master bedroom, she found the door locked and. “Where do you want me to cum?” I groaned. “Here.” She said, pointing at her stomach. “Okay” I said. Now I was disappointed; I didn’t want to pull out; the feel of creampie-ing into my women and feeling their pussies orgasm on my cock is what I love most about sex. I could feel my cock slide in and out of her pussy; I could not go any harder or faster. Jillian’s moans were so quick now that it sounded like she was humming. I felt the pressure build up to critical mass. I pulled out of her pussy,. I saw him standing nervously by a pillar. I immediately went up to him, touched his arm, and smiled at him. He gave me a warm hug and at that moment, the ice was broken and we both felt comfortable. We hailed a taxi and we drove through the pelting rain to a quaint and lovely hotel in a very posh section of the city. He told me he couldn’t wait for me to see our room it was beautiful and perfect for me. How sweet, I thought. We walked into the grandiose lobby holding hands. I couldn’t believe. She smiled at me and I returned the smile, which I think she totally misunderstood and took me for granted. By the time our taxi had reached the ghat roads, she slowly began rubbing her hand on my thigh through my churidar pajama. I wasn’t objecting as I loved the way she was using her palms to caress my thighs and legs gently and soon closed my eyes to enjoy the fun. She got bolder and her left hand cupped my crotch and started teasing it. She used her fingers to rub my clit through the fabric.