Her hands go to my pants, feeling my hardness through my jeans. I moan as she rubs against it. My hand wanders down the front of her panties, feeling ...he moist fabric. I slide a finger up and down her slit, and she chokes on her breath. I look deep into her eyes, only half lit by the TV, and see myself mirrored in her tears. She looks as joyous and as miserable as anyone I’ve ever seen, like she’s on the verge of bursting into tears or crying out in ecstasy. While her eyes are still meeting. Her name is Preeti. She has 36-34-36 figure. She has big bobs and a big ass that make her look sexy.This happened in January when while surfing on the net. I came across a chatting website. I started chatting on it. There I found Preeti. We started chatting. It was a clean chat, no sex talks in it. While saying bye to her I shared my Hangout ID, just in case if she wanted to connect with me.Few days past, I suddenly received a message on Hangout. I was shocked to see the message. It was from. . you want to do it again?" I asked.She blinked. "Well ... it didn't hurt ... and I'm glad we did it ... but it wasn't like I thought it would be. I expected ... more, I guess." That's because we didn't really make love," I said, patiently. "Trust me on this; you only got a tiny part of the process." Oh," she said, sounding unconvinced."You want me to show you?"She actually thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded."Suck me hard again," I ordered."Ewww, it's been inside meeee," she. " I'll be waiting, Snugglebear." He took off, and she sighed happily. Then she looked over beside her chair. She reached over and picked Betsy up. Betsy gurgled happily."How are you doing, little one? Hey, that Daddy of yours is pretty swell, isn't he?" Dada," Betsy chirped."I agree," Sophia giggled. "I think we'll keep him, huh?." She looked at her daughter, being held in her arms. "Daddy wasn't kidding, though, was he? You're a walking sand dune. And you're getting it all over Mama." Mama!".