“I hadn’t planned on paying for it.” I came right back.She looked away nervously and considered her “come hither” look that started this, an... the words we exchanged as if to give this exchange a “smell test.”She finally made eye contact with me again, but could make no words come from her nervous predicament.“I think we should have a drink together later, and get to know each other, chat. We’ve seemed to have piqued each other’s interest.” I said boldly.“Where?” She asked nervously, her voice. So then, I had to remind myself, what the hell were the tits doing on my chest? Once again, I resorted to an old method of dealing with my problem. Denial. I ate breakfast, pretending for all I was worth that everything was perfectly normal. I refused to look at my body, to give it any more attention than absolutely normal, as if that would somehow make the whole thing go away. Of course I knew that it wouldn't, but it certainly didn't hurt to at least try. Finally though, I had to admit that. Finally he ejaculated…and filled my cunt…”He pulled out and tried to push me away,“ now you had what you wanted, go away from me..”I turned on side facing me,“ no, I am not , I am staying here with you full night. “He got up, switched off light and laid beside me. He held me tightly.“ Bhabhi, you may not believe but you are my only second women. You are not extraordinarily beautiful and sexy externally you are very tight, hot and juicy internally. In my 7 years of married life I never enjoyed. If you like to share some experiences or have my service, ping me on I am residing in Chennai for a job since 2 years and I needed a medical certificate recently for some purpose. For that I found my seniors wife to be a doctor and approached him. He told to come to his home one day and I went in casual shorts. There appeared a shock for me, a busty figure of my dreams.. 36 36 42 but looks not so good. She came in a white nighty with the top button open and a sky-blue bra and my god after.