Not into the bar scene andat loose ends for things to do in my spare time, I decided to redecorate thehouse the way I wanted it. The first order of bu...iness was to completelyrepaint the interior which I proceeded to do. After prepping and paintingevery night for two weeks, I was ready for a break from the tedium and thepaint fumes. It was early on a Saturday afternoon and figuring to watch afootball game and have a few beers I stopped at a bar that I had previouslynoticed a few miles from where. I almost wanted to cry. I came back to their house and it was another bhabhi of mine. They also lived close-by.She had just come to check on her because she was alone all day. Even though it’s not important but the pervert I am, I will describe her as well. Her name is Hema. Hema is a mother of three and in her late 30s. She’s got a huge rack and ass well but she’s on the fatter side.But she was only the face of disappointment for me then. She left around 4 pm but it was surely too late for us. Dorothy sucked in every word, wanting to learn the ropes backward and forward. "Where are you going to say you were today?" he asked her. "He probably won't ask..." she responded. "...but if he does, I'll just tell him I was with a girlfriend." "Is he going to believe that?" "Oh yeah..." she assured him. "Okay. A word to the wise though: Get one of your girlfriends to back you up on that in case he ever asks her, and also think of a story about what you did while you were with her, in case he. Prudence looked down at my hard cock, plainly visible in the light of thenearby street lamp and grinned. 'I can see that,' she said slyly, running herfingernail over my trousers and down the length of my pulsing cock. I nearlycame. My breathing was loud in the car and Prudence kissed me again, her fleshhot against mine and I heard a little moan, suddenly realising it was me! 'Ian,' she whispered, 'do you want to go out with me?' 'Yes,' I instantly replied in my ruptured voice, 'of course.'.