Maybe I will upload some more of her taking a big load on her tits and face, we shall see. Anyway, where was I? Oh yea, she was becoming my little fuc... toy in the bedroom and our sex life was great. It seemed like all I needed to do was talk to her about doing something or write a story and have her read it and she would become hooked on the subject and want to try it. It is so fun the way that I can torment her pussy and mind with pleasure when we can't be together. I love hearing about how. Now ..I subconsciouslyI knew three things:--> she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush chalu ho jayega. App kaha rehete ho.”She replied, “Nalasopara mai, bohut dur hai yaha se.”Slowly she started to tell me all about her journey to the city from chondi village. Their genuine sexual interest would be in older women.Likewise, her own attitude towards males of the species buttressed her assumption that “sex with an adult” was a crazy, impossible thing. She knew a few men who made her nipples tingle, but she’d never thought about actually doing anything with any of them. She loved her father. He was someone she knew she could trust implicitly. He was always there for her. She knew he loved her, and that he would always love her, no matter what. It was. "You okay?" Well, it's not... unh... quite as I planned... oh... but... mmm... not as bad as I thought when he first started... not really bad at all," she finished dreamily."Well, let me see what I can do to help," Harry said and started to massage and play with her breasts and nipples, while gently kissing her neck and face.Meanwhile Ginny was confronting her br*ther. "Ronald Bilious Weasley, you stop that!" as she pushed him out of Hermione and onto the floor. Hermione was about to object.