"I don't think so, Vika..." I began.She lurched forward, knocking me backwards, making me fall over anottoman. I landed on the ground. Vika stood over...me, then got on top ofme. She pulled open her robe. Her breasts spilled out. "Suck on mommy,that's a good boy" she said, slapping my face with her breasts.I tentatively reached out and felt her large breasts, moving one nippleto my lips."Suck good on them and I'll reward you with a blow job you'll not soonforget!" she cried out, mashing her. She sat down on a stool, took a drink out of her water bottle, and asked me what was wrong. I told her my feet, ankles and wrists were hurting. She had me get up on the exam table and listened to me breathe, felt my shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers to see if they were hot or sore. Then she had me lie back on the table and started feeling my leg joints.When she got up to my hips she slid one hand up into my crotch and had a good feel of my cock while checking me for heat and soreness in my. She came and gave a hug a side wise hug and while hugging I could feel her big boobs and we both went to her flat.It was a big 3BHK royal flat. Everything was properly placed and decorated as if a family is staying. I was having a bad headache so she asked me to take a bath with warm water.Handing over me a towel she went to her bedroom and said me that she will prepare some foods for me. I went to take a bath and I masturbated there thinking of her ass and big firm boobs. I felt very naughty. Some women read the stories in their kitty parties some body reads with husbands, boy friends.I live in texas state and quiet often visit India on official purpose. I got one response froma girl in Delhi, Reema. She wrote her dissapointing love life with her husband and how after child birth her husband became indifferent to her needs. in due course after exchanging a few mails I came to know that her husband often visit other cities on tours. I had a family marriage last month and visited.