In the arms of my lover so happy and free. Her hot breath in my ear is intoxicating. She begs me to pound her. So I oblige. I dig in with my knees an... start to thrust . I can feel the top of her pussy with each stroke. She begs me not to stop and squeezes me. God damn this tight pussy! She’s making me look like an amateur!! Her skin is so soft and fragrant. I love this woman. I love every inch of her. From head to toe. I fuck her like its my last day on earth. I can feel her get ultra tight!. “The monsoon is due, Sir Elijah. Overland travel is practically impossible during the monsoon season. Rivers turn to torrents, and roads disappear under feet of water. You best wait out the monsoon and then take ship down the Bharathappuzha River to the Malabar Coast to take passage on one of the many coastal vessels heading for Bombay. An East Indiaman sails for England from that port in August.”Shangri La operated on the Malayalam Calendar. I knew the current month was Edavam by Malayali. My hands, however, were on the move, and took what seemed like a life time to reach their destination, as I slowly wrapping my hands around the shaft of his thick pulsating cock through his sweats. “Oh God baby your cock is so big.” I whispered up at him in a breathy voice looking into my son’s flushed face as I stared to slowly stroke his man sized cock though the pants. “You want Mommy to take care of this?” I added with eyes twinkling with lust and longing. “Y- yes please.” He stammered. "He sat behind his desk and we both faced the big TV he had in his office. The minute I saw the picture come to life, I wanted to throw up. It was a picture of me yesterday -- he was showing me the tape he made of me fucking Pat and Jake. He had zoomed in several times to show my face and the sexual bliss all over it. When I heard Ballard ask me (on the video) how did I like being fucked like that, I was floored when I heard myself tell him that I loved it. I then heard him say, "If you ask.