I couldn't see him, so I walked down the remainder of the stairs and through into the kitchen.No Paul, my heart felt let down and empty.God what was I...thinking, why was I craving the attention of my sons young friend.I moved over to the sink and started to wash the dirty plates and glasses, all the time leaning forward looking out the window looking for Paul.Then I spotted him, it looked like he was holding a bottle of spirits while my husband and his friends stood around challenging each other. I ran my hands through her hair and let out “Oh god, Kaycee, you’re so good…”She sighed, sending little vibrations though me. I gently lifted her head up and Kissed her; tasting her lips and tongue and myself. I pulled her in tight and thrust my tongue into hers softly, and then I pulled away and began to kiss her cheek, then her neck, moving slowly down to her bosom. I licked from the base of her breast and traced my tongue upward, making sure only to circle her nipple when I came near. I. I knelt down between her sexy legs. Her pussy smelled great! I dove into her snatch like a k** in a candy store. My tongue worked its way over her clit and then down to the opening of her pussy. I worked my tongue in and around her pussy while sucking up her sweet juices. After a few minutes, she pulled my head from her puss. She moved to the middle of the bed and assumed the doggy position, shaking her perfect ass in my face and told me that she wanted me inside her. I climbed up on the bed. It was well organized and was full of girly stuff. I asked her, who lives there with her. She replied, “Yaha par rent pe mere sath 2 aur ladkiya rehti hai” (2 more girls live here with me on a rental basis). I asked her, where do her parents live. She said that they lived in a village on the outskirts of Delhi. She had come here to get a job and earn some good money, as the shopkeeper paid her pretty well for being a relative. I realized that she was pretty modern, even though she was a village.