Red glints, he thought. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the buttons. It was his turn. “No!” He took her hands in his, pulled her to him, her softn...ss against the back of his knuckles. Head down, she struggled against him, struggled against his hardness, a strong, determined woman. She bent her head and bit his hand. That enraged him. Sue me then, bitch, was his last conscious thought. Going with her strength, he let her go back, off balance, then spun her round. One hand twined in her thick. I was almost on the virge of ejaculating and asked her to stop.We remained in that position for few minutes and then I asked her to come and lay beside me. Now i started kissing her again and my hands started searching her G-Spot, I started finger fucking her, and in no time she has her first orgasm. She squirted like anything and said that this is the first time in her life that she has experienced the orgasm as her hubby don’t like doing foreplay and just do sex.A feeling of immense. I had to bend to enter the thatched hut as the door was smaller. On entering in, I found that the family consisted of two small girls (probably aged 2 and 4) and his wife. Now she was thin (or is it lean), seemed like she just had a bath and was wearing an old torn sari and a dirty loose blouse. She was tall about 5'5" and had sharp features. She had a big metal earrings and a round nose ring. Both the husband and wife were suntanned and their face had creases and hand had calluses which seem. They were all wearing the school uniform of crisp white shirt, plaid skirt, white socks and dark blue buckled shoes. John recognised two of them from the group sitting outside. “Now then, girls,” said Lucy, “This is John, and he had kindly agreed to help our class this morning. Since we've been studying the male reproductive system this week, I though it would be best for you to see it in the flesh, as it were.” One of the girls sniggered, but quickly stifled it at a sharp look from Lucy. Lucy.