“You live in Surat?” I asked“Yes” she said shortly looking at me“What does your husband do?”“Embroidery business” she said with a cert...in lack of joy, I felt.“Arranged marriage na?”“Hmmm”“Vanshiqa is a nice name” I said“Just the name?” she smiled, her eyes wide.“No, no” I stammered “everything about you.”She told me she wasn’t a Gujarati but was from ….. in Bihar, at present returning from relatives in Kolkata. We were talking in whispers like young lovers but formally. But slowly we started. " Oh Momma... Daddy's Cumming with you." Our bodies exploded into each other. It was beautiful... It was sweet... It was fantastic.We lay in each other's arms. Looking down I saw the lovely contrast of her beautiful black body against my pink-white skin. Laura saw the same as she said,"You know we are good together we contrast and compliment... And you fuck petty good for a white boy." She laughed."Well there is something I've been wondering about... I hear Black guys have much bigger cocks.... And like she said easy to get in and will stretch it to fit something else. Our girl cam off my cock and for a minute thought she was going to run out. Susan assured her it would be fine and told her to wet it good. Soon our new friend had 2 things to suck on. After some discussion she went down on me and Susan spat on her ass and worked it in, soon she was working her ass over pretty good. Susan could tell i was going to cum and cum good and held her sweet head down on my cock as i cam deep. She'd heard rumors that girls that pissed off Alfie got sent to his mate Ollie ... and never returned. She'd also heard rumors that some girls that were sent out of the country, ending up in Muslim North Africa for prostitution or destined for some harem, but these were just that, rumors, innuendo and hearsay.It wasn't all that great of a reunion, especially after a wait of nearly twenty years.At thirty-six years old, she was still as beautiful as a girl barely into her mid-twenties. No wonder.