She was my alarm clock. She had her hair neatly tied in a bun and was wearing only a kashta saree & nothing else. As I lay there being serviced by my ...lave, I grabbed her bun and pulled it open. The sight of her black, thick, long hair spread allover the bed and my stomach was very arousing. I ordered her “choos theekh say champa…pura lund lele apnay moo mein or choos”…By now she was an expert cocksucker and knew how to please her master. As I looked down upon her I noticed that she wasn’t. " I want an older guy not the pimply little boys who want to get into my pants then don't know what to do."So took her straight to her room and after very little messing about, just some mutual masturbation and a bit of a munch on her already soaking hairy pussy, I was giving her the full length. She was wet, wet and wetter but oh so fucking tight. I got my thumb on her clit and she came twice in quick succession and I felt her cunt muscles grip my dick even harder. But soon she was squealing ". She managed everything all by herself.Meghna was often told to re-marry by her friends and colleagues, but she chose not to because of her kids and in-laws. Also, deep down she didn’t want to get married again and commit herself to someone else.She realized that this present situation made her quite strong and a powerful woman. She didn’t need anybody else. However, with time, and all the pressures from work and family, she began to rethink.Meghna really needed someone to sit with her, have a. " Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't eat much; hardly enough to keep a bloody rabbit alive. A drink then- maybe a coffee or something?"Boy was I scraping the bottom of the barrel. There was so much I wanted to say and that I dare not. And that I didn't know how to put into words anyway. Really, I knew that the time for "talking" between Nellie and I, had slipped right between my fingers, several years before."Coffee would be nice. I doubt you'd get a proper cup of tea here." No, not something I'd.