He was forty-three, a leather parts hawker from south Mumbai. He was married, had three scrawny kids and lived in a corrugated cardboard hut near the ...ailway line. He’d only seen something as lovely as this on a poster for a Hollywood film.But this was real. He’d never touched a Westerner before of any age and never dreamed of having his hands on one as pretty as this. The feel of her in the palm of his hand, did not disappoint. She was firm, exciting, and warm. He began to fondle her gently. 'I'm done with her ass!' he thought about the last year and all the dates, concerts and every other place she every wanted to go. He spent thousands on her and no pussy. A hand job did not substitute a good, long fuck and he needed more. He got out, dried, dressed and went to order Mom's favorite take-out. The food came an hour later and after setting the table, he went to wake Mom. He walked in her room and his nose was flooding with Mom's erotic scent. 'Oh my God, she smells sooo fucking. Bree knew she didn't mean it but the words still stung. She walked to where her sister sat shivering in the dark cave. She could see that she was soaked from the rain as well. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and her clothes were plastered to her body. Trina sat there quietly and ingnored Bree's presence. She decided to take her chances and sit down beside Trina even though she figured she would probably get hit. Bree scooted close and put a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Dont touch me". I know I can't stop them if they do cum in me." Almost every cock in the room was staring at the ceiling. Well, except for one guy. His cock was bent and his cock was staring back at his stomach. Kelly leaned to me and pointed him out and whispered "Look babe. When that guy is in me, his cock will be trying to poke back out of my stomach!" Her little prank was working. Kelly was really getting into all of this and having fun doing it. Now, these guys are thinking she could get pregnant.