‘Times Square’ I replied, and rode the rest of the trip in silence. Look behind me, look to the right, check number plates. I barely even noticed ...oing it. This was my job, notice things, avoid danger, stay safe, stay alive. I got at Times Square and immediately blended in. I walked the 18 blocks to Pearl and my rendezvous checking all the time I wasn’t being followed. I arrived at ‘La Café’, a traditionally American coffee house trying to adapt a sense of culture that it had no understanding. The next stroke is simultaneously Rachel and myself, the leather now biting harder across my shoulders. As I press forward, so does Rachel, and some instinct causes us to hold that contact and I feel Rachel kissing my neck. Then, without a pause, another stroke for each of us, across our buttocks this time and the lashes just curling round our upper thighs. The reaction is more pressure of our bellies and pubic areas against one another, and I prolong the contact this time and let my labia. 7 . The I asked what she is wearing she told that she is wearing a red and black combination saree the I asked What’s your figure she told that she is 36-34-34 I got more exited the i asked about the sexual relationship with her husband for that she told weekly twice or thrice they will depend on the situations.Then we had a Sex chat in that we had a role play in that we choose a teacher (she) and student ( me) we both are more excited and more horny suddenly I asked her mobile number I the. I felt a bit thirsty and went to the kitchen to get myself some water.The kitchen was in such an angle that one could look into the 2nd bedroom from the corner. I was filling up the water when something caught my attention. Sarla hadnt fully closed the door on the room. She was changing her saree. I tried to watch away, but it was just too much. Sarla unhooked her blouse to reveal a tight-black bra stretched across her broad back. what a shape her hips like the edges of a pot.. Her large round.