The d?cor was old and tasteful, a mixture ofwhat my untrained eye would say was 1950's furniture mixed in with mucholder pictures and antiques."I thin... we'd better stick with Mrs. Remington for now Steven. Maybe onceI get to know you better I'll let you call me by my first name," shecooed in my ear turning on the lights to the bathroom and stepping insidewith me, "Now then Steven, lets get those wet clothes off you."I stared at her in amazement. She wasn't that much taller than me, onlytwo or. I reach down with right hand, pull up his t-shirt and reach inside the elastic waist band of his slacks. My fingers find his cock and fondle it and his balls. Again I am impressed. He is not wearing any shorts. Prefers going commando apparently, lol. He says “we live across the back lane and a couple of houses down, care to come over and see my train set in the garage?” “Fuck, I’d luv to” I exclaim. “I’ll take this water to my wife and let her know on the qt where I am going.” He says “tell. The sound of our flesh slapping together startled the horses in their stalls and they looked at us like we were alien creatures and not their familiar bearers of food and drink. I could hear “Rains Between Legs” muttering in her native tongue but didn’t understand a word she was saying. All I had to do was look at her thunderstorm of a face and determine she was not at all happy about having to take it so rudely without any compliance from her side. It did seem a shame that she had to live that. I was lucky it happened to me.So she was a 22-year-old Fashion Designer from Kolkata when I met her. And oh man, she was sexy. You can easily cast her for a movie or something. Well, she was gifted with a great body no doubt, and an even more charming smile. But what was most attractive in this Kolkata girl was her sex appeal. The way in which she used to dress, talk and walk, she was a sex goddess. And she actually was, which I came to know later on. She has waist length hair and she looked.