I was a bit startled. She was bold, and yet there was no hint of smart-ass. She was being careful with her curiosity. She genuinely did want to know, ... thought. ‘A bad marriage,’ I finally admitted. ‘Oh, uhhhh … sorry I asked,’ she looked away. ‘No problem.’ ‘How long?’ she asked after a long silence, looking me right in the eyes. ‘Ten years.’ ‘Oh … that sucks. That’s a pain.’ She was sincere. She was unhappy that she had probed and touched a sore point. ‘Now and then,’ I confessed. I sat down. She just laughed with a joy that was infectious, so I laughed, too, and kept stripping, until I had nothing on all, just a raging hard-on. It wasn't huge, but I had measured it, of course, and it was almost six inches, if you counted the taint. The first thing she wanted to know was what I knew about a woman. That was nothing, of course. So she started showing me things, always the teacher. She started at the top, telling me about erogenous zones, like the lips and the ears. Then down to her. Her dark skin shone brilliantly in the light of the room.She was wearing a worn-out red blouse along with a black veshti that covered her lower half. Her navel was bare and her body was covered in sweat.Suresh’s eyes were captivated by the shapely bulge of her heavy breasts. They appeared to be squished inside the small blouse uncomfortably, revealing a lot of cleavage. His thick manhood sprang up to life almost immediately. He adjusted his dhothi and covered his erection discreetly.Anjali was. She gasped as I kissed each of her beautiful eyes. “How is it that you know how to make feel so special?” she asked softly. “You are special,” I responded, looking deeply into her eyes, “I just treat you like you deserve.” Suddenly she rose off the bed and stood over me. I looked up at her and saw, again, that look of passion in her eyes, as though there were flames behind the dark stained glass windows of her mind. She kissed my lips delicately and placed her hands on my chest. Slowly,.