I am 38 yrs old and married with 2 kids. I am based in Bangalore and frequently make trips to Mysore and Kolkata as my wife is from Kolkata and I have...an ancestral property in Mysore. My wife’s name is Kavita and we have been married for 15 yrs. She is 35 yrs old but still sexually very, very active. She is a Bengali and she has a very “Garam” pussy.Initially I remember, when we started having sex I could not last 5 minutes as her pussy was so very warm and moist as if it was on fire and suck. Easy work and endless sex; it seemed that the more often we did it, the better we both got.The minister, the Rev. Mr. Charles R -- was his name, had no church of his own but preached penance, salvation and revivals in the houses of his flock and out among the trees. His randy and childless wife, Melissa, was about twenty years his junior and a pleasant, licentious woman with sparkling eyes and a full figure; she probably weighed a good twelve or thirteen stone. She generally spilled out of her. That was one of the best wanks I've had in a while.With my cock now floppy and limp, I got up and quickly darted to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I washed my hands as well as giving my cock a good wipe, also cleaning up small dribbles from my abs. All cleaned up, I washed my face and headed back to my room. I couldn't help myself but I stopped outside of Sarah's bedroom. This was very risky considering I was still naked but curiosity got to me. However as I listened there was no sound, no. She used to live nearby."Then we came to this extraordinary yellow statue of a woman in asleeveless dress with a scarf round her neck and with a large black marblestone behind her and what looked like a sort of Cartoon picture of agolden sun and its rays behind her head."When I die I want my grave to look like this!" I blurted out."Seriously? But you're a man," Jane whispered back sternly."Not any more!" I giggled but I had been brought back with a jolt to thereality of the situation I found.