We went back to our car, and headed home. Around 20 min later we reached home, and me and my girlfriend Rita got cozy and started kissing, but then we...remembered that her twin Geeta is just behind us and if she comes at any time, she is gonna freak, so we stopped our cozy session right there.I changed into something loose for the night and as the host, gave the girls some refreshments, some food, some jokes and helped them getting familiar to my place. When sleeping time came, I let Geeta know. These past few weeks, it was almost as though she had become a sleeping bag for her husband. Sleeping bags. Where was it she had read that most Indian men treated their wives like sleeping bags? It seemed her marriage was fast turning into an Indian cliché. She didn't really blame her husband though. She knew her husband would never be unfaithful to her, and Lord Krishna knew his job had been a killer lately. With their son, Vikram, due to graduate from school in four months, the pressure to. She slides up and down my shaft, my cock sliding in and out of her moist pussy. I slide my hand over hers as she fondles her chest. We stare into each others eyes.“Oh yes,” I scream, “I am about to cum”, I hold her tight, and she closes her eyes, “Oh yes yes, cum inside me” she moans out. My cock hardens and shoots inside of her, I squeeze her ass as I cum inside of her. She moans " OOOOOOHHHHH...AAAAAAHHHHHH" and gyrates against me, her face reddening as she orgasms as well. She leans in and. Hell, even I love it. I can look at it for hours on end. It looks so plump and juicy that sometimes I even feel like biting it! I have not slept with too many Indian women, but all have commented on the size of my “purple veined custard chucker” and they appreciate it even more than western bitches. I haven’t slept with a white woman in a long time and I doubt if I ever will again. They are all trash. I have something of a girlfriend in Calcutta. Not a real girlfriend but a partner. She and I.