Maybe the bitch had hit me so hard it got knocked up inside me. I'd heard it had happened before.My hand went looking for it and I felt... "what the h...ll!" I screamed out.I dropped my pants as I flipped on the lights, blinding myself for a moment. I tried to look down to my cock but my inflated chest blocked my view.I must be going mad, I thought, as I looked at myself in the mirror after ripping the rest of my clothes from my body. There, standing in the mirror looking back at me, was some. She lifted a foot up and put it on the bed to give me better access. At the same time she put her hand between her legs. She used her palm to stimulate herself and her fingertips to fondle my balls.She was looking back over her shoulder at me with a lustful look so I upped the ante.I put my own hand between our bodies to moisten my fingers and then traced it around her anus for a moment before slipping my thumb into that orifice.Liz narrowed her eyes and let out a ragged breath.“You always know. Her figure was 34-32-36(I came to know this later). Anyways, I said good bye to her and went off. A few days later I met her and her sister in the lift again. Today this lady (let’s call her Usha) was wearing a tight salwar kameez and was one of my favorite colors…parrot green and yellow. They invited me to their apartment for a cup of tea and we started chatting about general things. I came to know that she was a housewife and had come from some small town near gwalior recently when her hubby. James, when can we fuck?"I had been wondering about this myself. So far I had not come up with the answer. I thought of taking her to a nearby hotel at lunch or after work but it would not be ideal — some colleague might easily see us — and besides, always a thrifty man, I resented the amount I should have to pay for an hour or two's use of the room. I was also put off by the knowing looks I should get from hotel staff as this fat bald middle-aged man turned up with a sexy black girl half his.