" You interrupting again, "But you said we could always talk about anything. You said that, didn't you. Does that mean that I'm supposed to tell you a...ything, but you can just say your things are private." You could see that your Mother didn't know how to answer, so you continued, slightly bolder now. "He does hurt you, doesn't he. I can hear when he hits you. I know it excites you & I know when you have an orgasm." Your Mother had hung her head, but now she looked up defiantly. "What do you. I was just dying to get my hands on those young tits, and my mouth on that sweet pussy, but most of all, I hoped that I would get a chance to fuck her.Later that day I put my plan into action. I called the house, Neena answered the telephone, I said, Hi Neena, This is Mrs. Menon, My husband Lal, is going out of town this weekend, and wont be back until late Sunday afternoon. I was wondering if you would mind spending the night with me? I really don’t like to be alone in the house, for that long. I kiss you again and turn you over on your knees. I kiss all over your back and gently kiss and lick down your ass for a minute before sitting up pushing your head into my pillow. I begin to slide my cock deep into your pussy, deeper than it ever has been before, touching ever inch of the inside of your pussy as you moan wildly into my pillow, wet from your saliva. I being to fuck you hard, gripping your hips and pulling you hard back against my cock, shoving it deep into you making you feel. ’ He sat back, taking in the room. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman here.’ ‘Liar.’ He twisted a smirk, leaning forward, taking her hand again. ‘Oh, if you only knew.’ His eyes danced from her face, down her neck, pausing on her breasts as if to see through the soft white cotton of her shirt. ‘Then, allow me to add: in this moment, to me, you are the most beautiful woman in the room.’ Oh, man, she thought, blushing deeply again, considering her coffee. If my husband would look at me like this..