Soft kisses on cheeks ears and around face… Licking the water drops moving down the neck her smell was making me go crazy… She wasn’t responding...but also not resisting. I was in between both aunt and pooja. I unpinned her pallu and there perfect size boobs were hidden in the blouse. While we had french kiss I was holding and pressing her boobs. They were soft.Her clevage was deep and the water drops flowing down was making it look more inviting. I went down licking her between her jugs of milk…. "No," she laughed. "I have never had a problem getting a guy to fuck me." Touché.It took me about a month after that conversation to set up the big night. I thought we would start with her limousine fantasy. This seemed simple enough. I planned a 30 minute limousine ride to a nearby town where my wife and I would have a lovely dinner followed by hard-core fucking in the limo on the way home. There was a major part of me that doubted whether she would really go through with any of this, but the. Our talks went on from one topic to another as we had the same background. I got to know that she was from Nagpur and is the only daughter of her parents.Nisha was very fond of music and sang pretty well as well. From my lustful eyes, I made out she must be having 34 size boobs and some 32 waistline.She was wearing a tight shirt with two of the top buttons opened. I badly wanted a small glimpse of the cleavage or my hands to make way inside them. But obviously, the second thought wasn’t going. ” His mother had told him that once, she’d told him, their only child that a 100 times.“Your mother is right, Jack.” His father agreeing with her across the dinner table as he concentrated on his plate of food.“Why do I come to dinner with these people?” Silently to himself.“Yes, mom.” As tersely as he dared and past that caution sign.“You’re welcome. More meatloaf, Jackie? Made it special for you, darling.”It wasn’t true, Patty wasn’t taller, it was close, yes, but, a lie and he bit back,.