" He pointed to where I was to kneel before him and I did.He rubbed the purple head of his large cock along my lips. I tasted it tentatively with my...tongue. It was salty. He slid it into my mouth and it filled me. I willed myself not to gag as it slid back to my throat. It was warm and alive and it was inside me. He held my head gently, and slid it in and out in a gentle motion. I looked up at him and was warmed by the look in his eyes. I was giving him pleasure. He slid it from my. Ab mene simmi ko call kiya ki ghr aa jaao koi nhi h pehle to wo mna krne lgi ki koi dekh lega wagerah wagerah fir thodi der baad maan gyi or mene kaha aap peeche waale gate se aa jaana gate khula hoga to thik 1 ghnte baad peeche ke gate se under aae or gate band kr diyaor mujhe dekh kr muskuraane lgi.Hum pehli baar ek doosre ko itni kareeb se dekh rhe the or pehle baar ek doosre ko choone waale the.Mene unhe bethne ke liye kaha or under jaakr ek glass cold drink le aaya or unke liye ek. After her 2nd orgasm, she calmed down. It was getting late so we decided to leave. She straightened up her sari and blouse. Her panties were totally soaked by that time. After she recovered from the pleasure she said, “Raj, thank you very much. This was the best orgasm I ever got. Rakesh is very lousy in bed and I rarely got orgasms with him. Most of the times I finger myself to make orgasm. Thanks a lot Raj, you made me feel like a woman once again, you made me feel so special. I am so much. The Stewardess turned and headed back towards the front and her station for take-off. The man pulled on his seat belt and glanced at me. He smiled his deep brown eyes showing confidence, experience and something else. I tried to guess his age from the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, possibly forty, maybe fifty? Old enough to be my father perhaps, but there the closeness ended. He smiled, and my body responded with a shiver. “Hello my name is Musharraf Qaisrani. Miss?” his deep brown eyes.