Nah. Nah. Nah. The moment I said Kerala I think you guys came to a conclusion the typical black pot bellied Keralite but that is not what you’ll her.... I am simple guy, very fair, spot stubble most of the time. I am actually from Goa, I live here as most of my business is from here, I also travel abroad once a month.Life was pretty good, love, money everything. I actually own a property in Goa and so visit there on leisure breaks. Whenever I go there I have a blast, beer and friends, and foreign. It always looked well fuckable in a g string. She loved me in silk boxers so I always wore them. Her favourites were black its red hearts or the ones with cartoon pigs having sex on. My cock would be bucking away in mŷ jeans during the drive there with the silk of the boxers giving me a perpetual hardon. When I pulled up she would either be in bed waiting or downstairs with her teenage son and daughter. I'd come in and make chit chat for a couple of minutes before either of us would lead the. As I stood at the counter pouring a glass of iced tea, I heard the patio door open and looked up as Trent joined me in the kitchen, with his wet trunks clinging to his legs.He said, “Hey Mrs. B….I was thinking the same thing. I could really use a glass of iced tea.”Forcing myself to keep my eyes above his waistline, I said “Of course….I should’ve asked you when I came in. Does Sara want some, too?”He replied, “No, she’s laid out on one of the chaise lounges…she said she wants to tan for about. She reaches under my shirt and under my skirt. Her hands are cold. She fondles me. Playing with my nipples and rubbing my ass. My pom poms fall to the ground. I start to moan as my slit moistens my panties. My hands touching my inside thigh, my knees buckle as I moan slightly.She stops and kisses my neck. She smells me deeply. Looking over to her man for approval. He nods as he strokes his cock slightly faster. She fastens a collar around my throat. It is tight. Causing me to tear up.