As I arrive at the well-known driveway, I pause a moment to catch my breath and let my eyes adjust to the sparse moonlight that filters through the cl...uds. Slowly out of the darkness I can make out the pale gravel of the drive way leading into the small stretch of trees, I can see the outline of the fence just off the road that encloses the ten acre pasture. This particular farm, which has consistently garnered my attention both professional life and in my imagination, is a simple property with. “Is it okay?” Father-in-law opened his eyes and looked at me. “its better, you can go now.” I stood and began to walk toward the door. Father-in-law tried to get off the bed. All of a sudden, his leg got stuck in his tahmed, and he stumbled. He gripped the bed’s headrest to support himself. As he tried to keep his balance, his foot pulled his tahmed, and the loosely tied cloth fell off his waist. I stared at him; my eyes went wide with horror. Father-in-law’s tahmed was lying near his feet. He. It was embarrassing for me at the time. Rachael is the only woman that I have ever wanted to be with. Oh, I had tried experimenting when I was in high school but it just wasn’t for me. I liked boys way too much to fool around with girls. However I have often dreamed about making love to Rachael. Perhaps I could talk Jeff into setting it up for me.Well back to our noon hour in the motel room…I managed to talk him into tit-fucking me but his cock just wouldn’t produce enough pre cum to coat my. I would get tempted to fuck her but I controlled myself. As days passed I also got bolder and used to squeeze her boobs while she would be in the house and later on used to get a blow job from her after giving her 200 rupees. Then starts the real story; a maid used to come to my friends house to clean. Her name was Kamla. She was average built lady around 35 years from Bihar. She was not that attractive. Her boobs hung loose since she wouldn’t wear any bra. I never had any intentions to get.