I moved between her thighs and my hard cock slipped into her easily. Slowly I moved in and out of her sopping pussy, all the time watching her body mo...e under me. Her hips picked up my rhythm and she pushed back at me."Oh yes, you bastard," she sighed, "fuck me harder."What's a man to do but comply with her wishes. As I thrust into her harder I could see her orgasm approaching. Her body froze and a long groan escaped her mouth, I pumped twice more and I came too."Oh my, that's the way to start. ”“I can’t believe this.”“I know, the whole death thing is a lot to take in.”“No, no that’s fine, whatever. I can’t believe you’re Asian! Aren’t you just Buddha then?”“Hey! Don’t harsh the vibe man. Racism created the schism. Get it? Between Heaven and Hell? Isn’t that the funniest darned thing you ever heard?” the Almighty God himself asked, and started chuckling to himself.“Uh huh. So... I think you mentioned a reward or something?” I said, trying to keep this surreal conversation on. "What are you doing Vijay? You know I am married. We can't do this!" she implored. To prevent herself from falling, her arms were around my neck as she cradled in my arms. Her head lay against my chest, which is quite broad. I started walking to our apartment down the steps. I put her down to open the door, still holding her by the waist. She tried to wriggle out, but I held her tight to me."Somebody may come." She implored."Suni, you know that nobody comes here. Mumma will return only after. " "How?" "Okay. When like Frankie comes down, you do this ... " She faced an imaginary Frankie and gasped very lightly, clasped her hands and brought them to her chin. She tilted her face a little. "Hi Frankie," she sang. To me she said, "See?" "I guess." I looked at the same imaginary Frankie and started toward him. I folded my hands and them up to my chin. I said, "Hi Frankie," just like she had. Karen watched, deep in thought. "Pretty good. But don’t go to him, it's too eager. Stay where you.