Since start I would assume the role of a girl as he was very reluctant. Gradually it grew on me and I started acting like a gal with him on bed and do...everything to please him. We will fuck whenever we got chance, outdoors, home, hotels everywhere. This incident happened when I invited him to Mumbai where I was living with a friend who has gone home for a long time. On the fateful day I shaved myself completely from head to toe and dressed up in a sexy thong and bra. I wore a saree, applied. ?She called me, emailed me, left me messages begging me to talk to her, she had no idea that I knew. ?I told her that I needed time alone and that when I was ready, I would get in touch with her. ?I finally decided to write her an email explaining what I knew and how I came to know it. ?As usual she started lying about her marriage saying that it was a marriage of convenience. ?When it finally sunk into her head that I had actually read her emails, she went ballistic and told me that she would. She slowly slid up and down on my throbbing pole as she dangled those nice 36-C's in my face and brushed them up and down my chest. I grabbed and squeezed one and sucked hard on the nipple as she bucked and spun around on my dick like a woman posessed. Goddamn ! I couldn't believe how horny this old girl was ! She lay down on top of me to rest, so I rolled her over on her back and began to slow fuck her with long deep strokes. At each stroke she groaned 'AAAHH' and pushed up against me to hold. How am I going to know that, I’ve never done this before? Still waiting when I hear Wilma’s voice start talking about ‘her loser boyfriend’ and I figure that’s the point to kick the door in, I back up to the rail and deliver a solid kick to the door knob. It’s not like the movies, the door doesn’t really splinter, it just flies open for the most part and the sight has me boiling. Hot candles and wax, a bound Wilma with her ass in the air and mascara running down her face, a mostly nude Henry.