We arrived at the jetty very early, finding another six people already getting their gear ready. There were a couple of female Danish lovely girls, an...Italian couple, Richard our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic black man named Tyrone.We introduced ourselves and I couldn't help but notice the way my wife was staring at Tyrone as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. We climbed into our canoes and headed off up river, passing by. She whispered one word - 'iku!' - and I felt the wonderful inner flutter of those lips in orgasmic spasms, and just lost it and simply thrust into her repeatedly until my cum quickly and helplessly splashed into her. We lay, recovering for a while. I plucked up courage to tell her about the time I'd ever seen her - after her first ever conversation with me that day at work - that I'd masturbated and climaxed heavily that same night, simply by imagining her beautiful face and body in orgasm as. Looking at it I was pretty excited as in those days it was a rare commodity and I never saw one before though I heard about it from my friends and started imagining my father making love to my mother on her last visit. I guessed that Parvathi must have been too shy to discard it that’s the reason why it is still laying in the bin. Next day morning I was wondering if there were any unused condoms in my father’s room soI explored the whole room but didn’t find any, but there was shelf which was. She felt like she should scream but knowing how far out she was there would be no one to hear her. She gasped as if to speak when the stranger shushed her and said, “I am not here to hurt you, I was across the creek fishing when I saw you, I watched you the whole time and I just had to come over.” She didn’t feel threatened by his words but felt a sense of sincerity as he spoke that seemed to ease her tense feelings and with a quivering voice she asked about her clothes? She watched as his.