She was 5’5’’ and her figure would be around 35c-27-37. She was very sweet and very fair. Unko dekhke lagta hai ki unki age jyada se jyada early...30s hogi. Uski smile kafi achchi thi. Main to bas dekhte hi fida ho gaya. She was very kind hearted. She invited me in. She was wearing leggings kurti. M: hello mam, I am your new neighbour.A: hello. I am ishika and please don’t call me mam just call me ishika.M: sure, mam…Err I mean ishika.A: good, so what do you do and what about your family?M: meri. Since Gayathri was in a playful mood, after dinner, she suggested we dance to some music. Previously, before Sriram, we would dance outrageously, and end up having sex in the living room itself.Today, I wasn’t in that much of a mood to dance, and so just complied for a little bit. After I was done, Sriram asked if he could dance with Gayathri. There was no way to refuse without being impolite, so I conceded and Gayathri accepted his offer. I was very anxious: my sexy wife in this skimpy costume. The discussion would have gone on but the guy in the adjoining booth wasn’t waiting for an invitation. I pointed to the hole in the wall and Susan was surprised to see the purplish head of a very nice cock poking into our booth. I reached up and lightly stroked the head with my fingertips. We heard a deep moan from the other side of the wall as the stranger pushed his cock all the way in through the hole. It was a very nice one, 7” or so, cut, fairly thick, and very hard. “Yes or no?” I asked. Each golden hair is in place, falling in curls against my face. Perfect. Just how you like it. Stepping out into the cooling dusk air of the summer night, I stop to fumble with the lock on my car door. The keys slip out of my hands and I bend over instinctively to pick them up. Turning to face you, I blush profusely as I see the huge smile on your face. I had forgotten all about the skirt and given you a flash of my barely covered ass.I walk over to the passenger door of your car, my black.