.." Shalla sort of muttered. "But perhaps..." What is it now?" Ayeka snapped."How long are you going to make her stand there?"Truth be told, Ayeka had...been aware of the up and down motion of the white bath towel poking through the courtesy screen for at least five minutes. She just had not felt like acknowledging whom she knew was waving it."What is it Mother?" She sighed sharply.Drawing looks of outright astonishment from all present including Shalla who was amazed enough to open her eyes. This Indian woman was ripe for fucking and she had already given me the green signal. But she did not have a convenient time. Khusboo had to run the store in the daytime and she was with her daughter at night.Once, I asked for her nude selfies. She rejected at first but sent me after much of my insistence and begging. She was 5.5 feet tall and she maintained her figure even after marriage and childbirth.Khusboo was sexy as hell. I wondered how she had no relationship all these years. She told. Just like it was ‘our’ boat and ‘our’ life. Despite some of the comments of former ‘friends’ about controlling the woman, I like life like this. Maybe it would be different if I’d married some ditzy moronette or self-centered bimbo, but this was Gee – the beautiful, quirky, delightful and amazingly level-headed Gee.“I kind of did that before. When it starts cooling off next fall...”I have similar thoughts – frosty mornings, the water warmer than the air sometimes that means the entire river is. After one more big lick, I got myself back over to Emma to kiss her, while she was fresh on my mouth. She leaned on her side and I did the same, leaning on my right elbow and putting my right hand on her face, while my left went on her hip. Before I could get it back between her legs, Emma reached between mine. She had her left hand on my cock, which had stayed hard pretty easily this whole time. Emma's pumping hand on my shaft and her thumb gliding over my head made it even easier. If that.