I rolled over without even thinking, crashing my breasts into my son's face. "Oh, I'm sorry baby." I said seductively as I lifted my left leg up onto ...is pelvis, allowing his erect penis to slide between my thighs. Let's see him try to resist this! I thought to myself as I felt his cock twitching and hitting my pussy lips. My crotch was burning like an oven now, and I knew he could feel the heat radiating from between my legs. I laid here again waiting for my son to do something, feeling his. She listened attentively.By this time, I had started noticing her body. Sitting in front of me, her cleavage was visible, some clearly, some behind her light sari. She had big boobs, no doubt. And once in a while, her red bra used to show at her shoulder. Unexpectedly (I was suffering from the stereotype that South Indian girls are not fair, that stereotype was broken), she was really fair.“And what about oral sex?” she inquisitively asked, I was taken aback for a moment.“it is amazing. It is. It actually felt like there was a string, or rope or something attached to my balls, and it was being pulled upwards through my body, out of my mouth.But she turned her face back down and pressed it against the lapel of my suit. Her hands went to my waist and applied just enough pressure that I was assured she wanted to dance close.I reached around with my hands, and placed both of them on smooth, hot skin.And got a boner.I wanted to groan. Everything was going so well. In fact, things were. "She rose from the toilet seat and hugged me. "You're the best hubby ever. You may not be my impregnator, but you'll always be the father of my c***dren."I offered not to go so as to avoid any awkwardness, but Kendra insisted I be around for the conception of our baby. Besides, she enjoyed driving me mad. That was half the fun. I had to admit that I couldn't wait to see her play the slut.Little things always made me hot in preparation for our trip. Kendra, for instance, began taking prenatal.