Without a word, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly and fished out my boner. She kissed the helmet, then let it slide into her mouth. I groaned....She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust as she slurped her way to the root. Apparently, she was no stranger to male appendages."What about your boyfriend?" I groaned as my hands dropped to her head. Popping off my spit soaked cock, she replied, "What boyfriend?" just before sucking my left nut into her mouth.I knew I should stop. After. On the way, we passed a cluster of huts by the road.“You live here now, don’t you?” I said. Kumar and his mother had got themselves a ramshackle tarpaulin covered tin hut in this almost-slum.“Yes.”“Alone?”“Yes.” We walked on a bit. Suddenly, he said, “Would you like to see it?”I looked at him and, slowly, nodded. He smiled and took my arm in his hand. I thrilled at the touch of his hand on me. I looked at him and flushed as his eyes drilled into me. He turned down a cramped alley between a rows. "I could use a drink of water," he stated. He watched as she moved to the bottle of water she had given him earlier. The move of her hips added to the memory of what he had seen when she bent over to make her notes. He watched her as she walked to the chair. She moved to the side, and as she bent over, he was sure her breasts were going to pop out of her blouse. They hung so majestically and he was disappointed when she stood up. They seemed to settle back where they originally were. She. He has been persuading her to be in skintight pants / skirts for showing her assets. I felt pity on her and asked, “Is this the reason for she has been kind to me?” She said, “No! Only thing which prompted her to talk to me was I praised her only when I worn sari which she liked the best. She thought I was genuinely admiring her!I sympathized on her and held her hand giving a nice gentle kiss on her forehead. She shivered and just to cool her nerves, I asked if she would love to have cup of.