I arrived with some takeout from our favorite restaurant. We ate and we talked about how our relationship was going. To me it was going great. She wan...ed us to go away together. I was ok with it. But we had to make sure that no one at work knew that we were dating. The company had a policy about coworkers dating. Since we had different managers it was not a problem. We booked a small house with a pool that was also close to a beach. She wanted to get in some tanning while we were gone. I was. He removed my saree, bit by bit and moment by moment. His hands went about my body, touching me in parts which were not touched by anyone.Normally, foreigners would pull away my clothes; remove their clothes and push their cocks inside my soft pussy. The only thing they found pleasure was in biting me on my tits. When I would scream in displeasure, they would feel a sense of victory. Within seconds they would ejaculate and it would be over.And Indian males would suck my boobs and smell my. I was writing this because of the huge response I received from all you readers. I have received hundreds of mails and asking me to continue the story. So I am writing the continuation. In the first part you came to know how my relation started with my son. From then on we use to make love regularly when ever we wanted. He wanted me to look very beautiful and sexy as in movies or like ladies in Hindi serials. He bought saris which suited me well even though they are of high cost. We use to go. My contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Jan was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Helen, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.Helen was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family.