A good fucking over and over again.I told hubby, just pick a guy and we can go in a private room and get started...and he did, a young Pakistani guy w...s asked into the room by hubby to start the evening. Well endowed, muscular, and a scarcely hidden contempt for my moral values meant the guy treated me like a total whore, which was ok. I simply played it as he saw me. I used foul language, I told him to fuck my cunt hard, I made like I worshipped his cock, I let him slap my ass cheeks about,. ”Me: “Be ready then… Sunday. 11am. Ur place”Neeta: “I will be waiting.”She was eagerly waiting for Sunday and so do I. I rang her doorbell at about 11:15 am. Neeta opened the door and said, “Hello.” I couldn’t respond to her as I was busy watching her in the same navy blue sari I had seen on day one.“Hello???”, she repeated.“U look so sexy”, it was all I can reply to her greetings.“Thanx, u seem to be in hurry…Come inside”, Neeta said with a sexy smile on her face.I stepped inside. She closed. We ate in relative silence, but finally did exchange names. Hers was Julia.After we finished our meal and I got myself a pipe to suck on, we did talk a bit. Her husband had been a farmer and a part-time preacher and school teacher who had joined up after the British left Boston. She had come along with him since they had no children and were tenant farming, living in a rented house I suppose. She said she had enjoyed the army life for a few months but found the recent retreat frightening and. . . it's ok! . . . it's not your fault I shouldn't be going around likethis, don't get worrying about it, you've done nothing wrong!"With that mom got back up onto her feet still trying to cover herself and then stepped off the towel."Mat!, how about picking this towel up and helping to wrap it around me?" I did what mom asked of me, even looking away in politeness as mom walked into the open towel.Mom then went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea while she composed herself. A little.