Day by day, in a slow pace, we really got extremely close to each other. Those daily life chores always got us together. Thousands of times our bodies...touched, collided and rubbed against each other. And each time my cock got hard like anything. Her soft fleshy body, her thin saris, her exposed skin in the sari, her big jiggling ass shaking like a jelly within the confines of her sari, just killed me with arousal. Her body smell was strong.A thick smell, coming out of an 48 yrs old woman, was. I watched as john and his dad drove off and I went back into the house to see Mrs C.She was stripped down to her underware and was laid back on the couch with out her panties on and as I locked the front door and stripped off my own clothes she was asking me to fuck her, I went over to her and as I went down and licked at her pussy she pulled me up and my cock slipped straight into her without any problem, I was up her love tube to the hilt and I just started a steady rhythm as I fucked her for. I just mark the message unread and keep the phone back.After dinner I was walking outside I got call from Nadeem. Nadeem asked me “aap kaya delhi se bahar ja rahe ho”. I asked his “How you know?”. He said “aapki wife ne Prem aur Bantu ko bataya hoga tabhi wo dono kal Delhi jane ki tayari kar rahe hai”. I was shocked. Nedeem said “Sir aap chinta mat karo mai bhi aata hon unke sath kayada pareshan nahi hone donga aapki wife ko”.I was thinking is Nadeem realy care for her or he also want to get. I helped her to her feet and she dropped on the commode but not before letting out a watery brown squirt on her shorts and my leg. Once on the commode Cindy let go a torrent of water mixed with shit and more water. She was really embarrassed but also relieved that her pain was substantially lessened. She even smiled at me as her expulsion was just a slight trickle. I have to admit that the aroma was not very pleasant but I was still hard, which did not go unnoticed by Cindy. I saw her looking.