I tried to remove her pantie with my teeth and though it took time, I enjoyed doing it. Now I saw her clean shaved and wet pussy which looked like a r...pe fruit waiting to be eaten.Then I turned on the shower and hot water started pouring on both of us, thereby increasing the heat in every sense and way. I started eating her pussy while the water kept splashing on her. She started breathing heavily and gave out a few loud moans in between.My hands rested on her ass and kept pressing and pinching. I then ran my hand down to the front of her pants and rubbed the crotch area, quite roughly. She opened her legs to give me more access.I unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down and over her ankles. Kissing her and licking her nips I ran my tongue down her stomach and into the waistband of her white panties, as I brought my hand up on the inside of her thigh, both my tongue and fingers met at the top of her leg, I touched her crack and she gasped.I ran my tongue over her slit through her. Being single one of my reasons for moving to India was because I liked Indian girls. I found them very pretty and very easy to get on with and as a teacher I found that they were keen to study. I had hoped that one day I would meet an Indian lady who would become my wife.To my delight Becca was waiting for me at the airport when I arrived with a big welcoming smile. She gave me a hug and put up her cheek for a kiss. She looked absolutely lovely, much lovelier than I remembered her, and so I. This story is for the enjoyment to those who have been duped and plundered by cheating bitches and honorable courts.She got down from her car and walked towards the house. She is not as beautiful as she was once. She is not as young as she was once either. She, however, is still the same bitch who played around on me and turned me into a laughing stock. We were divorced over 15 years ago. Some would say 15 years is a long time to carry a grudge, I am not one of them."I have heard that you are.