Her name is Chaya (name changed) and she lives in a separate house in Mumbai with her husband. She is quite conservative in nature and is well educate.... I used to visit quite often to their house and most of the time Mama was away on duty at railway station in Mumbai. I always stare at her buttocks while she prepares food in the kitchen and peep through her deep round neck of her blouse. She has got perfectly balanced boobs, firm and tight. I often use to imagine of fucking her from back while. One day evening I went to fields as to borrow money from my dad.I searching for my dad in the corn fields ,there was room in the fields where all the things related to farming will be kept their.I saw the door was open then I went there, I heard voices not only my dad`s but also a female. Then I stood a side after some time a girl that is none other than my newly married servant’s wife came out with a light in her hand then followed by father .For the first time I saw my dad wearing lungi out. Her powerful arms and webbed hands were more than enough. And as she sped down deep into the blackness of the sea, to places where a human couldn’t see their own hand in front of their eyes, she twirled and spun and seemed to play along the swaying sea weed and reefs teeming with life. The fish that found their way to her, swam close to her. Although they were well aware that they risked becoming her next meal if she was hungry, they were also guaranteed protection by the ocean’s most powerful. I begin to touch myself while sitting on the couch, my legs apart allowing Jason a full view of what I’m doing, and what she’s doing. He knows he can’t orgasm until asking me, He has no control. She starts sucking on him deeper, working her pretty little mouth. I love watching her suck it; she’s such a good girl. I can see she is taking every last inch of his 7 inch cock deep in her throat, working it like a true slut. I can hear Jason grow near, his moans are incredible, he whimpers out. The.