After breakfast I drove the block to the docks and found a fisherman who hadn't left. The men were storing ice in the hold of a tug boat looking craft... The ice from a covered pick up truck with an air conditioner compressor on top. "You the captain?" I asked the man who was supervising the ice loading."Over there," he point to a stooped man checking the lines holding the vessel to the dock."Captain, I would love to be a part of your crew today. I work for free, but I only have one good hand at. Her best friend though is a complete slut and I've often worked my self to paranoia by thinking my wife was really a closet slut and they where fucking guys on a night out. But then I just remind myself how timid and family orientated my wife is, and I know there's no way she'd do that.A few months back, our 18 y/o son was away from home over the weekend for an exchange programme with his football team.He went down south and lived with one of the other players and his family, then the next. I worked my way from her lovespot across her inner thighs and back, leaving no spot untouched. Spreading her cunt lips open with my fingers, I sunk my tongue inside her delicious pussy. I shoved my tongue in and out of her spread open hole, sucking out as much of Angie's love nectar as I could. As I lapped up her juices and tongued her hot spot she gently placed her hands on my head to guide my licking up and down her hot slit."Get on your knees so I can do you from behind." I commanded.She. “Hey Vikram, welcome to Bangalore,” she said as she gave me a friendly hug. Her boobs pressed against my chest and I could feel the firmness through my shirt. In the past, she did not even shake hands with me and now she had hugged me. I was actually amazed.Akash came up to me within a few moments and we too greeted each other. I learned that Akash’s father was mostly on tour for business purpose and currently was in Delhi and we would meet only once we returned from Kanyakumari.The next hour.