In Madurai we stayed in one of his relative's house. In the morning we went to the very famous and big Meenakshi Temple there. In the afternoon they w...nt to the hospital. In the evening we again went to the Temple and spent a lot of time there and also did some purchases. In the night we three were to sleep in the first floor of the house. A coir-rope plaited cot was there where he slept. Me and aunty slept on a mat laid in the floor.We went to bed around 10 PM. After a few minutes he called. I couldn't praise him enough, even my mouth full. I surely knew his already sky-high opinion of me went up even further.Through his moans, I could only conclude that I milked out a little more love with every passing thrust. After a few minutes, I felt his hands pushing harder on the back of my head. So, he forced me to take a little more of his wood into my mouth with each thrust.I absolutely didn't mind; in fact, I applauded him for doing it. I just purely saw his father within him, at least. We had just gotten back in touch before I met my boyfriend. Right away we made plans to have dinner, me knowing that I was going to get fucked good. Dinner was good but the best was desert at my place. We had a few drinks and flirted. Not before long he grabbed me and took me to my bedroom riper off my clothes and started playing with my pussy. I was dripping wet already. His cock was rock hard as I took to into my mouth. As I worked his cock in my mouth it barely fit, gaging as I tried to. I. Which would have worked, after I had gotten a good stiff scotch in a traveler from the pool bar and showered, putting on a nice pair of linen pants, and short sleeved golf shirt, except there wasn't a spare table in the whole goddamn dining room. So I was standing there arguing with the headwaiter about getting served outside, when here comes Tricia. "Hi, Brad. Why don't you come sit with us? There's two spots." That killed my negotiating position, and the guy raised his eyebrows to me. Of.