This story about one of my chat friend Pooja and she is 40 but good looking Gujarati lady every day we use to chat in late night till 1 or 2 after tha... we became good friends. Her husband is a bank manager working in Surat. She has 2 children.One day we were discussing about her personal life at that time she told that her hubby is a waste fellow. He doesn’t like her and he had some affair in Surat. She was very upset at that time I tried to convince her but suddenly my mind changed I want to. He treated me quitecontemptuously when I was introduced to him, I got the impression thathe considered me a wimp, which I have increasingly found that I am."Has he....?" I began to say, but was cut off by Vicki."No, he hasn't fucked me yet, but we have had some heavy pettingsessions in his car, and I have sucked him off." But you have always refused to do that" I said, "you told me youdidn't like it." Well you see Michael" she laughed, Eric is a real man, a dominant manwho gets what he wants.. I was a young girl .Even though tall and in sari a, i was only 20 years old. I was offered a share taxi to go to my destination..There were 7 people in it . there were two ladies. All others was ready to walk since their places were near by. I have to reach 15 more KMs. I was happy that i was not alone in the car. When the car has started ,slowly people have started to go. finally i have reached 3 km near my place then the last two along with the lady also have gone out. I could see my village. I wouldn’t dare. I was never even tempted. It seemed natural. It was not forced upon Tommy and he grasped onto it and held fast. I think it was a defense mechanism of sorts because she related that she didn’t do much of that when they were alone. Perhaps he just needed it in my presence. And she didn’t baby talk me in his presence as much as she did before he came to us. And I missed that. Baby talk never returned as strong and prevalent once Tommy left us.He moved his palms slowly over her.