I could hear some noise in the room. I peeked through our bedroom. My wife was standing with a shawl around her. My son was getting ready for a jog. B...th of them left.(I never know what has happened because I didn’t followed them. I wanted them to give some space and went back to sleep. The following story is imagination from the point of view of my son and wife)My wife and son moved out in the still silent street and moved to the opposite side of the direction of the town. Raghu was jogging. To her partner Greg O'Connor, she looked like a sleek panther awakening from a much deserved nap. Her Hispanic-African heritage had sculpted her into a perfect woman with long black hair kept in a ponytail, full lips and eyes the color of onyx. She was tall, too, standing a full head above him. It wasn't the first time he had eyed her, but his wedding vows and two kids kept him from pursuing his fantasies any further.Sandoval met his eyes and gave him a tight smile. It was almost as if she was. ’ I blanched. This was the Earl! ‘Shelton, it is of no matter. I am sure that Mr. Smith and his daughter will take tea with me. Serve it in the drawing room.’ The footman retired giving me yet another black look as he did so. ‘Do forgive me, My Lord, for addressing you incorrectly.’ I was distraught for not realising who he was. ‘Well, Miss Smith, as we were in such a close embrace for a while I do believe that we could dispose of silly titles and with your permission I would like to call you. And how well you have treated me and my child. I am all yours, Babu.” And my sucking intensified. First, on one breast and then on the other. I then turned her over, and removed her sari. And then, from the nape of her neck I started kissing her, placing wet kisses all over her, lingering quite a bit at her ass, tonguing her there, and then kissing her behind her knees, and then her calves and then went down to her feet. I turned her over, and went back to look at her. She was quivering like a.