I typed it and the lock opened. I came in and I heard her saying, “Come to the bedroom, dog.”I was like, “Okay!”She was sleeping in the bed in...a sexy position with a sexy lady dress on. She said she wants me to her slave today. My ears started heating up and slowly my whole face was heated and red. She came to me and kissed me so hard. I then started touching her boobs.She pushed me away and said that she didn’t tell me to touch her boobs. I said sorry. She came and said, “Say mistress, bitch.”. When ever I fuck her she always raises her head from the bed to stare at ,my cock going in and out of her pussy…says I am thinking of a black cock going in and out of me…..My wife is a typical Indian beauty, slightly wheatish , has a great ass and her figure is 40-32-38….so as you can imagine she does get a lot of stare at her boobs of which she is always proud…She likes to bend over some times when she is in a market so that people around her can see her big boob….and yep everyone does….always. I immediately began forming my excuse for leaving early in my mind. Dinner was strange to say the least. Suddenly I felt old. At 23 I felt that I had nothing in common with my sixteen year old cousin. I tried to engage him in conversation but all I seemed to get was a one word answer, even then he seemed unable to look directly at me, keeping his eyes downcast most of the time. My aunt and uncle, on the other hand, seemed not to notice, keeping up a near constant flow of questions about my. I awoke early and returned to the task of reading my parents letters. The next one was dated August 15, 1942. My cock already stiff with anticipation of what new revelations I would find within. Dear Jack, Don’t worry, darling, I’m not angry with you! Obviously, Winnie wanted your baby, and she will get her wish. I want more of your babies, too! Jane and I have been busy! The truck plant is at full production, churning out ¾ ton trucks by the hundreds. Who knows? Maybe you are traveling in one.