I look through the darkness and see you standing there naked. You don't see me move so you come closer and kneel next to the bed rubbing your dick aga...nst the sheets. “Is she asleep?” you whisper. “Give me a little lick. I can't wait.” I don't move.You reach over and pull my head towards your stiff member until it presses against my lips. I resist, but, salivate unconsciously. You lean down closer and whisper again, “Don't be this way. Open up. I know you want it.” Finally, after a little more. She was like, “Wow, it’s so big, it looks so good, juicy” etc.I was happy and asked if she needed some satisfaction via sexting (sex chat). She said she wouldn’t get satisfaction from that. I funnily asked her if she wants me to fuck her for real and to my surprise, she said yes.She told me she hasn’t had sex in years after her husband died and needed a good fuck. I couldn’t turn her away, I had one of her pictures she shared in a hot and tight saree and I knew what she looked like. So I asked. Then the more difficult period arrived. The surrogate stepped back and the Mrs. Hopkins had to take the front line role. Mrs Hopkins said however “Even having watched for two weeks and picked up lots of tips it was never as easy as it looked.” Mrs. Hopkins tried to copy the surrogate’s methods but the first time Emma broke a curfew she complained her Mums’ instructions had not been clear, and Mrs. Hopkins even found herself agreeing that she had got it wrong. The surrogate had to step in. That. ”“Thank you darlin’. Please call me Joshua. Mr. Simmons makes me sound like an old man.”“Okay, Joshua. Would you like some iced tea?” I asked as I offered him the glass.“Now that would taste very good. Thank you.”“How much longer is it? I mean, how much longer will it be to fix the pump?” I asked.“All finished. I just have to test her out and tidy up a bit. Do you want to help me”?“Me? How can I help you?”“Well, you stay in here and when I tell you to turn on the pump, just push this little red.