While she was wearing her blouse, she asked “what happened?” I replied “wear your clothes so that I can remove them all…”While she was getti...g ready, I went into kitchen and have my viagra. And kept quite, sat on couch in hall while watching tv, soon she came out in her saree. And I was just ohh man, you are looking like an angel. She smiled and was shying, “so, can we start” I replied “looks like your pussy is dying to get banged, why make you wait…”So I just grabbed her, and we started. I hold it, none the less ... a little tight ... a little soft ... a little hard again. "Seems fine," I tell the phone, then to the girl, I ask, "Not too tight?"She shakes her head, but looks confused. She is trying not to notice my hand, I think. The one cupped around the plumpness of breast. I hold it with a soft but firm grip. "Cindy says they're not too tight, ' I tell the phone, as I give her breast a gentle squeeze as if to test its ... texture? Weight? (Who the fuck knows!) If her butt. Deep, slow, sensual. I want you. I need you.You unbutton my blouse while you continue kissing my mouth and my neck, all the while grinding your growing cock into my groin.'Fuck, I need you inside me,' I beg into your ear.'I know,' you smile salaciously as you undo my bra. You push my blouse over my shoulders and onto the floor. The bra meets the same fate.'Oh god, please,' I beg with more urgency. I don't know if I can wait anymore. I can feel how wet I am and that tingle that's building is. " I told her that I would leave my glass eye out, out my wooden leg on backwards, and wear my coke-bottle black horn rim glasses, and all would be well. She laughed hysterically, and said, "See you tomorrow night at 11:36."I hung up the phone with an odd feeling of excitement, and went into the den to pull out a picture album. In it, I found the section from the most recent trip she had made home, and was pleased to see it was full of photos of her, Lorene, and even some of me from the two week.