She is about 160 cm tall, had a nice tan, very beautiful and long blonde fair, nice big blue eyes, her face is simply gorgeous. She was wearing a tigh... shirt which was hiding her big breasts and I could see her hard nipples in it, a short skirt which revealed her nice legs and high heels. We sat on the couch very close and continued drinking wine. She explained that she is very sorry for all the trouble caused in the past, she always attacked me because she was sexually attracted by me … In. She had no real family and nobody knew where she was. I could do anything I wanted to do to her for as long as I wanted to do it and nobody would know. I stroked my cock at the thought of what I could do to her. She looked at me in horror. I set my beer down on the floor and stood over her with my cock standing straight out at full erection. The Cialis was beginning to kick in. I slapped her tits several times as hard as I could with my hand then slid my hand down the front of her taught. She was fidgeting with her sari, trying to wipe her hands on them, as I walked inside.I held out the flowers for her, and said with a smile “These are for you Kalpana aunty.”As she took it from me, a look of tenderness crossed her face, and she said “Oh beta ... for me! Oh I can’t believe it,” she mumbled, “I ... I...” she stuttered, “Nobody has ever brought bouquet for me ... oh beta, thank you so much ... thank you ... you are so nice.” she said, squeezing my hand.As I held her hand, I said. I’m also proud that I can fulfill her desires. Me, a half-crippled freshman and her, a pregnant senior who didn’t really love or care for the guy who planted the baby. And she has desires to be fulfilled. She wants something different every time we’re together. I think she’s memorizing the book I gave her. A lot of the things she suggests, I don’t even remember from when I read it.But in the back of my mind I feel a little guilty, too. First because even though I love her, we’re not in love,.