I felt a bit disappointed thinking that she must be a North Indian.But I imagined something else. I wanted a girl from my native place so that I can h...ve an exciting with her in my native language. The name seemed like a north Indian and the song was in Hindi as well. So, I concluded that she must be a North Indian too. But the moment she started the chat, I felt happy.Ishika: Hi bangaram.Me: Hi. So, you know Telugu?Isika: Of course. I am from Vizag.Me: Great.Ishika: Tell me, ra. How are. As minutes went by I slowly swam closer and closer to her, my cock as hard as it could be, and I casually "accidentally" started sliding my rock hard 6 1/2 inch across her leg. On the last of my final passes she grabbed my penis, catching me off guard. I finally was able to look down her shirt. Her tits were huge! Bigger than I had ever seen before. She reached into my shorts as I stared down her shirt, and as if at an instance my attention quickly was taken from her tits and shifted to her. “What!”“When does she want to see us?” I asked, forestalling an outburst from Kirim that she’d lose as she always did when confronting an AI.“One hundred turns. A lift will be sent,” the AI replied.“Thank you; inform her Serenissima that we’ll be there.”“I will, David.”“Dave, she can’t suspend me from my job!” Kirim objected.“She hasn’t. You’re freed from your obligations, which suggests she’s got another task for us,” I replied as I got into the shower ahead of her and felt the sonic. Wanna fuck?Wanna fuck? Wanna fuck! Did the God Damn Salmon swim two fuckin’ hundred miles just for some fresh fucking seaweed? Can’t be too anxious. ‘Uh-h, yeah, sure.’‘Do me.’It had been a while but I did not need the manual. Robe off, shorts history, I vaulted into her, cock vertical, near bursting, balls ready to rupture, every sperm aligned, ready for the mad dash into Squoot’s womb.‘You gonna use anything?’‘Use. Use what? Your tubes are tied, mine and cut and pasted, what the fuck.