She looked like the Indian actress Kajol. For me, she is like an older sister, a mother. For her, I am like a little brother she never had and like a ...on, she may never have.It all started when I first caught Rishi and Muskan making out. Rishi was married. But he was still attending college with me. He was doing some part-time work to support his family.Rishi’s wife, Neha, was the same age as his younger sister. She is very beautiful. Her figure was 34-26-34. Her height is almost the same as. He offered mea ride, and on it he explained everything. He even told me that Icould take the car to London (Ontario) when I go back to college. Thatwill be great. It takes eight hours to go to Toronto on the Greyhound,and then another three hours to get to the university. Driving willsave several hours, and be way more comfortable. Nick wants to sellthe car, and I will do it in London. There are a lot of rich kids atthe university, and if not I will use Kijiji to sell it. He is goodwith. It was December and he was visiting his friend in Mumbai for Christmas. He told me he is flying down to Mumbai and wanna meet me before he leaves back to Delhi.. So we planed and I decided to visit him in his Hotel room where he is staying. It was Saturday, i got up lil late that day, at around 11:00 am I took bath and wore the sexiest dress i had, It was a knee length formal skirt with slit in the side and white transparent top. To make it more sexy i skipped wearing my Bra that day.I took a. He filled me with overwhelming pleasure. The nerves in my pussy were on fire as thousands of tiny shock-waves of pleasure shot thru my tightly stretched pussy. Every thrust made me want to take more of him into my stretched pussy. I was whimpering and moaning like a little virgin getting her first fuck.“Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me” I yelled.He just kept thrusting his cock sending me over the edge over and over again. I had never felt such pleasure in my life. My juices were literally running down.