Although I had told her this fantasy a few times, generally arising when we were both feeling horny after we had had a few drinks it had never progres...ed any further, that was until last week when things changed dramatically. On Friday after going down to the pub for a few drinks to unwind from the week's tensions, we had got home and gone to bed, as we lay there she slid down the covers and sucked my cock until it was hard aching for her pussy. She slid back up the bed slowly wanking me off,. Parvati dropped the cutlery in her hands and just stayed there enjoying his grounding.“But I still love to be called as mom”. She said in a mischievous tone. The thought of crossing boundaries and breaking taboo is more erotic for her rather than being called by some nick- name.As Sumi dropped the cutleries, he asked her, “Do you want me to disengage?”. While asking this he detaches himself from her back.“No!!!!” She shouted. With the big no, she pushed her buttocks towards him touching his. They were all pigs, loving us Western women and our uninhibited sexual ways. They would shower you with gifts: jewels, money, clothing, anything to get you to spread your legs and fuck them so they could boast to their friends about the slutty, Western girl they defiled. We walked right past the Saudi man, his eyes whipping around to watch us, and we split apart to flank the Arabic woman. Her eyesdark poolsand hands looked young, but it was hard to really tell. She looked down, and I could. Since meeting her, he had made a point of educating himself about that sort of music. Leith had to admit that the first time he had agreed to attend a concert like that with her he had not really been looking forward to it. But over the months he had actually started to like and be able to appreciate what the music was saying. Coffee after the meal had been perfect, the conversation had been perfect, then the look in the eyes, that decisive agreement that, yes, both were ready. And of course.