I stopped and came out of her saree. I gave another kiss on her lips and made her lick orgasms on my face.She did it without any hesitation. It was 11...m by then. All are in deep sleep. Then I sat on my seat lifted her and made her seat between my legs. I entered slowly. She was very tight. She shouted. Luckily no one woke up. I lip-locked her and was banging from down. She was biting my lips. She was damn horny that time. I fucked for 20 mins and cummed inside her. We relaxed for some time and. After some days she Gave me her number n we chatted over phone too. She used to call me, text me. So normally after some days she insists me to talk something or the other, but I had no courage to talk about sex. But one fine day,Me: Hi, What’s up?She: Nothing dear, as usual boring.Me: WhyShe: Donno, talk something.Me: What shall we talk?She: Your wish.Me: Do u feel comfortable wit me? Do u trust me??She: Yea..:)Me: What are u wearing now?She: Black SalwarMe: Inners?She: No I don’t telMe:. 5.3” with chubby cheeks. Her attraction was her boobs. Too big and round for her personality. They stand out of her body in her tight salwar kameez. I touched them couple of times with my elbow while teaching her. She was little poor in English as she was from some village n recently joined pg. I used to clear her doubts.I usually share my official number with trainees in case of any help.Once I left pune she started sending gm and gn messages everyday. I was nev bothered as I had no interest. The city has been built, but sadly no one of my kind lives in it. I know if I do not act fast, I could die in my mansion which I worked so hard for, alone. The company which I work for planned on sending me to Mozambique to seal the deal on some staplers for a small tribe in the central confines of the country. I would be lying if I wasnt planning other activities though. It had been years since I had felt the touch of a mans love on my smooth body, and it had always been a hidden fantasy of.