I will write her story in her own words with translation to English.Her story: My mother was also working as a main in a housing colony of Baroda refi...ery. She was working for a Bengali family. Theirs was a small family with only one girl child. Mem saab was around 35 and even Saheb was of same age. My mother was then around 28. Though dark in complexion my mother also had tight and solid body with heavy breasts, small waist and thighs. Only problem was she was dark. My father was working in. The aura of heat produced made me wish it would long forever after I finally shut the faucet off and dried off. I wasn't too cold as I put on my shorts with nothing on underneath and about two t-shirts and stepped outside. It did get slightly chilly as it was still barely sun out. The sun wouldn't rise yet for another hour and one wouldn't be able to see the farm from a few miles or so but it was a fair piece of land, plenty to live off of and eat from on this place.I didn't realize the hum of. " I love you, too," I smiled back. I just couldn't help it. She was so cute.I slammed my cock into her pussy as she sucked the delivery man's cock back into her mouth. She had to stretch her mouth wide open. He had girth. It was so obscene. The Black man groaned, savoring my wife's mouth as I pounded her tight pussy.I seized her red hair with my hand, my balls slapping her clit as I fucked her hard. I pushed her mouth down the Black man's cock. Her pussy tightened on my dick as she moaned,. Wouldn't it feel better if it was like the other side? Just keep it in your mind. Watch it heal. Watch the bruised tissue go back to normal. That's it. There. Now you can relax. Let sleep take you. Sleep."It was amazing. She had a good hand on healing. I watched the bones re-align and the swelling go down before my eyes. The bruising visibly improved before she slipped into dreamland.She'd be starving when she woke. I used my skills to press and form a slab of wood into something like dried.