He might have lost interest in her.Pallavi and Raghav had just shifted to their new house. This was their first day there. Even though worried about h...r husband, Pallavi moved to the kitchen to make him something he loves the most. The doorbell rang a couple of hours later which made Pallavi run to the door.“Hi. I’m Savita Patel, and I live a few doors down. The postman accidentally delivered some of your mail to our house,” said Savita standing at the doorstep.Pallavi was Savita’s new. She mingled with the countless unfortunates begging on Croydon's cratered streets. She ate soup that was doled out by makeshift soup kitchens and slept in the doorways of boarded-up shops. By chance, she heard of another refugee centre in Reigate that might be able to help her if she was willing to work there for no pay. Tamara's main concerns were food and sleep rather than money, so she walked the twenty kilometres or more across the suburban sprawl and decaying slums to Reigate.South London. That is, until I recognized the voice. It had been so long since I had heard it last, but there was no denying it was her. Oh my god! I gasped as I recognized the speaker as my high school crush. It had all started around ten years ago. Back when I was only fourteen, I had the worlds biggest crush on one of my classmates. She was a beautiful ebony beauty and I was hopelessly in love with her. The mere sight of her would force me to endure one of my overpowering fantasies. That would not have. Now, it happened, she held my dick and guided into her pussy. My dick slowly slid into her pussy, without much difficulty, she was smooth, and I could feel the warmth of her pussy into which my dick was submerging. It was the most heavenly thing that’s ever happened to me in my life. I started thrusting to and fro. She then said, “Not so fast, I’ll teach you”.She made me lie on the bed, and got into cowgirl, the oozy heat from her fluids of her pussy was so stimulative when she just sat on my.