Neema was typical a mallu woman with wheatish complexion. Her boobs were voluptuous with big brown areola and poking nipples. Her ass was big and roun... which would make men go crazy when she wore her favorite low cut crimson yellow saree.Neema’s husband was north Indian as they had a love marriage. He had died 6 years ago because of heart failure. So, she knew a bit of Hindi and it wasn’t hard for Abhinav to communicate with her. She would cook for him, care for him when he was sick and within. Exhilarated, Lois felt the young man’s hands in her hair and the movement of his erection in and out of her mouth. She didn’t know how she managed to survive without having him around all the time. She intensified what she was doing. Dennis didn’t want to come in Lois’s mouth. He pulled his erection from her mouth, dropped to his knees, and kissed her. ‘I want you,’ he said, then he helped her onto the bed. Lois lay back, her legs falling apart, her panty-hose covered crotch sopping with juices. . if you still want me to be your girlfriend, this time I'll say 'Yes' and never leave you again after that. But you have to understand how sorry I am that we wasted the last nine years of our lives ... and what could and should have been."What could I say? So I nodded and let her tell her story."I'd like to blame everything upon my fucked up mother and upbringing, but it was my decision to agree with everything she'd taught me. She married for the first time young, just in her early twenties. I didn’t realize that you were out there with Sara so you were out there longer than usual. I was so excited that I was going at it faster than normal. I heard you finally open the door and knew I had to slow down so I could have you see me before I came. I finally saw your shadow in the doorway and I came in like 30 seconds”“You saw me in the doorway?”“Yeah, I told you it was all a part of my plan. Anyway I was hoping that you would bring it up with me and we could have a talk, like this. Then.