I have been reading erotica for a long time and as such have been bitterly disappointed by the quality of erotica based in India and/or Indians on var...ous sites. Through this story I’m making an attempt to fill this gap. ******************************** India, in the 21st century, is a country at war with itself- a battle fought not so much with guns and violence as with ideas. A closed, highly regulated economy till the early ’90s, the rapid liberalization and globalization that followed, has. His mouth was so close to where her nipple almost was. Sundaram was gasping heavily and enjoying every moment of this new feeling thanking his son in his mind.When she thought he was asleep, she took his head, laid back on the bed, and moved on to do the rest of the chores.As the day flew by and grew darker, Nandini thought of going home since her house was far away from here. She finished the rest of her work and went to Sundaram to ask if he needed any help before leaving. Sundaram asked her. I want to take off my panties, but again, you stop me, and position yourself half on top of me with one of your legs between mine so I can feel your thick member against my thigh. You start sucking on one nipple while your fingers work its light pink partner and then you switch to suck on the other. I can feel your cock strain with every one of my moans. You press it harder against me and I lift my hips in response, grinding myself against the leg positioned between mine. I need to feel you. I. ”As his comment soaked in, my rage overshadowed my fear. “You killed Jackie? You FUCK!”He didn’t like that. He raised the gun and put the barrel against my forehead and hissed, “That was your fault, asshole! If you’d stood still for another second, maybe she’d still be alive!” As fast as his temper flared, it was gone. He gave a little shrug and said, “Let’s just call Jackie’s demise collateral damage.”My eyes picked up movement and I looked over the guy’s shoulder to see Leonard step from.