Well it was 05 in the evening and my pg closed at 11:00pm on Saturdays so he asked me to come to his house as there is nobody because his parents were...out of town. We went to his house I sat on the sofa and started watching tv and samarth went inside and said he will take bath and come back soon well after some 10mins there came samarth with shorts my god he was looking sexy but his penis was still erect he came and kept his head on my lap and lied-down on the sofa , this time his face was. Hardly what those experienced professionals had predicted back at the hospital.And nothing that I saw or experienced added up. I loved her. And I loved making love to her. But there was a cold analytical computer deep in my mind that was accumulating impressions and information, just as it did when I was researching a potential investment opportunity.Only this was much, much more personal. And I didn't like the faint outline that I began to see.-- =The next day, an Amazonian young woman named. I got hard on and I couldn’t hide. Though it’s too cold she made me sweat.I told her I am going to enjoy the rain and gave the umbrella to her and ran to the house. Before she reaches I changed my cloths and was ready with a towel for her. She was wearing a white salwar and she too fully drenched. It’s around 5:30 and too dark. There is no current but we had UPS. I gave her the towel. She just removed her dupatta and drying her hair. I couldn’t help but starring at her wet body and visible. When Mrs. Smith worked in her garden she wore shorts and a halter top that never quite fit correctly. I would watch her and just loved to see her big ass as she was kneeling down to pull weeds. I would steal glimpses of her massive tits when we sat for ice tea or lemonade. On several occasions, I would borrow a pair of her underwear or a bra from the clothes line and jerk off in the barn thinking of having sex with her. One hot day I had been mowing the lawn while Mrs. Smith was tending to her.