Sharma and now I welcome everyone back to the sequel of my first story.Part 2: MaidAfter my experience with Mrs. Sharma I felt really shameless toward... women thinking that anyone would enjoy sex with me and no one will reject me as my opinion about Indian woman had changed. But I acted like an idiot and roamed around-not far from my house- and started following women on the rainy morning, I made kissing sound towards them and rode away in full speed when they turned to me angrily.That continued. ‘You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t.’ I told him that I needed something from him to show me that he loved me. I needed him to give me a sign to make me feel wanted and loved, at least that, at least give me that much. Instead of coming home, flopping on the couch, and turning on the television, I needed him to talk to me. I needed to know about his day. The time he spent away from me, counting the time he spent traveling to and from work, was longer than the time he spent with. His eyes were locked on my flaccid pussy and he licked his lips each time my lips gaped open. Holding my leg open, he slid up my thigh with deep pressure until his fingers touched my pussy. He repeated this with my other leg while I barely watched him. Noting my lips were still flaccid, he confirmed that I needed special sex exercises.Laura stood next to my head and lifted my hand to her vulva. She folded two fingers into her beautiful, wet and swelling snatch, explained that she was checking. She positioned one leg against the door frame edging us in place, I then lift her other leg and start thrusting my cock into her. Pulling my clock out slowly till just the tip is in then I slide back in right to the hilt. The positioning of her legs allows me to get as deep as possible, at the end of my next thrust I whisper in her ear ''tell me'' then again after my next thrust ''tell me'' I didn't need to ask again she knew what I wanted, then as I thrust in and out of her between her gasps.