She’s a typical Indian girl, with perfect figure, curves and assets to die for. This is a bit long story as I’m narrating it right from the start....Please bear with meI shifted to my new flat in July 2016. The building was new so there were less families. In Mumbai, the Ganpati festival is celebrated very much. So, the families in our building decided to celebrate it. So, all of us gathered during the Ganesh pooja. There I saw Neha for the first time. She was a typical teenager. Dusky face,. Remembering the only two cocks of which I had recent experience, I chose a pack of regular and one of extra large without “extra stimulation for the partner’. I thought a cock did enough for me, although maybe a latex covered one wouldn’t be so effective. Then came the trauma of paying. I’m convinced the shop assistant—a middle-aged woman—smirked particularly when she noticed my wedding ring. Jennifer later said she was probably just jealous. Maybe, but I quickly passed $20, grabbed the condoms. They were destroyed when we lost Eric, they all loved him very much. I am Randal, still being called Randy even though I was now in my middle 40's, 46 to be honest. But Randy still fit, except for Julie, she had always called me Rand. Julie was 37, being just a kid when Dawn was born, I was Eric's older brother, he was just 30, had been in the Army since 18. Since Eric had left for Iraq I had kinda filled in around his family, you know just helping out around the house with repairs and helping. "Where's the toilet?" Nicola asked, slurring her words."I'll show you." Donna replied. This was her chance show her where the toilet, and place her mothers dildo, which she had wormed up, near the toilet to attract her attention. The ploy worked, as not long after Nicola entered, moans could be heard from the bathroom. Donna decided to burst in, acting as if she had heard Nicola being hurt, but what she saw was better than she could have expected. She burst into the bathroom."What's wrong.