Then we talked a lot about our life and then when she finished drawing her rangoli she invited me for a cup of coffee in her place and I obliged and I...went in. She made a cup of coffee for both of us and then we again started talking. While we were talking accidentally I spoke of how much noise she made at night. And she got very embarrassed and had a very shy smile on her face.she said that he only comes in for about 2 days in a week and only does it to her on one day as he is too tired on. He sent the boy off to Canada or somewheres, about a month ago, and there I was, stuck in the midst of all these bleeding soldiers, horny as a pack of dogs, panting around. saying awful things, pawing me like you is." My hand had somehow gotten under her shift as well."No family?" I asked, sliding my other hand up her warm back now that her jacket was open and watching her bubbies wiggle as my fingers searched her hairy slit."No, no, typhoid took them off while I was away working at a mill last. It had taken him a few weeks, but he'd finally found a time and place where he could walk in perfect solitude.As he walked, he daydreamed. Or more precisely, he fantasized. This particular fantasy was one he kept returning too, combining all his favorite fetishes. He fantasized about dozens of beautiful women, of every age, race, and body-type. All were clad in either harem outfits or Nazi uniforms (his most secret fetish, given his Jewish heritage). One and all, they called him "Master", and. Now I removed her skirt down so hard that even her panties had come with it.Now I started rubbing her pussy with one hand and started to finger her cunt. Usha was moaning louder now. I asked her to moan softly. I started touching her vagina with my tongue. I entered my tongue inside her pussy and fucked her pussy while fondling over her boobs.Usha was moaning and closed her eyes, held the bed cover tightly and told me she’s having her orgasm. Usha asked me to lie on the bed and kissed my lips..