She always tied her hair neatly and would wear GAJARAS ( a bunch of flowers woven together). The beautiful smell of flowers plus her natural body smel... would arouse me every time I went near her. At that time all I could think of was to grab her from behind and thrust my rock hard dick into her lovely pink pussy. (Although I had not seen her pussy, I imagined it to be pink since she was so young and beautiful).Radha was fair in color, unlike many South Indian women who are dark. She always wore. That left me stuck without a car until Monday. The dealership promised to deliver a loaner car on Monday.To make matters even worse, I hadn't had sex in over a month. My wife, Patricia, had gone back to school and earned a law degree. She was now working long hours at the largest Law firm in town, trying to make a junior partnership. We were lucky to see each other coming and going, much less finding time for a relaxed roll in the sack. To say I was a bit horny was an understatement.When I sat. Each inward thrust eased her open a little more and a little wider.He was giving her real pleasure, the kind that her fingers only hinted at.Mike kept his pace slow and steady; he was not new to this as she was. Somehow Safia knew that this was not how it always was. Her married friends had told her that men could be terrifying sometimes during sex. Men were sometimes Very quick and very rough. She had not understood then but now she could imagine.As his pace slowly increased, she felt a. "No underwear!" he exclaimed, breaking their kiss, and looking down at her bare cunt.Anita giggled. "I was hoping you'd say yes." I swear, you better watch out ..." The only thing want to watch," she said, grabbing his crotch, "is this."Rick moaned and let the naked little nymph crawl across him and take off his clothes. He had to help her as she pulled down his undershorts and jeans."It's great!" she said, staring at his prick. "I love it!"Rick reached out and brought her hand over to his.