She’d be at the orphanage most of Tuesday and at John Millsum’s on Wednesday. She stared at the ceiling, wondering how on earth it could not be un...il Thursday that she could play with Mike again. That was so unfair since it really only needed fifteen minutes, ten if Mike was rough with her. She grinned, rolled out of bed naked and checked her PC for email. She clapped her hands in glee when she saw that her insurance company had sent her coverage paperwork to print out for Monday. She decided. Well Mallaika was an average looking super rich Guajarati girl from Mumbai, while I came from a middle class background. She was slightly on the fat side, but not someone whom you would call fat. I thought that made her look pretty as I don't like very skinny girls.Soon we started chatting on MSN everyday talking about life abroad, hobbies, movies, relationships etc the things you would talk to a person online. To deviate from the story a bit – When I was in India, I always had lot of chat. "We're consoling you, mom, it was Rory’s idea" Brigitte answered, sliding her hand further up her mother's smooth leg until she was gently stroking the wet spot of her panty covered pussy. "Well, stop it," she said, reaching down and trying to push the girl's hand away but the girls were not to be denied. "Oh, come on, Mom," Rory said, enjoying the show. "Just relax and enjoy." I am relaxed," she said, trying to push the girl's hands away, unsuccessfully. "I'm always relaxed." Relaxed hell,". My face was wet with her juice, I was starving for her pussy. Licking her clit and driving my fingers deeper. “OH SHIT, I’M THERE, YES, CUMMMING, LICK ME, SUCK MY CUNT” Her orgasm had to last a good minute. I could feel her pussy grabbing my fingers and pulling them deeper. Her clit was quivering. When she recovered she pulled me up and kissed me, running her tongue over my face and tasting her own wetness. She reached down and rubbed my cock “Get those pants off and let me have a taste of.