Lucy’s blowjobs were different - they were more slavish; she used every part of her body to serve as she fellated me: her hand, stroking my shaft; h...er tongue, swirling around my head; her shoulders pushed back, to emphasize her tits.Mom was, weird though it sounds, much more ... inexperienced? I had no idea how many guys she’d blown, and I suspected I’d never know.The pleasure of Mom giving head came from the stunned way she approached it.It was so hot, feeling my cock enter her warm and ready. Then I was off to Rio, where I had an apartment a couple of streets back from the beach, and one day about a month or so after I’d got settled, was walking back from my office, when turning a corner, I bumped into and actually knocked over young woman who was hurrying around the same corner. I apologised profusely and picked her up, and apologised again. “You British”, she said in English, “you apologise too much. It was at least as much my fault”. And so as it was early evening, I just had. We decided to go pick her up. My wife and I went to receive her, and overjoyed to see an old friend again after so many years. As Sameera shook hands with my wife, I fell in love with her all over again. Unexpectedly, I offered my hand, which she squeezed affectionately.She had money, a lot of it, but she wasn’t a happy women. At forty-four, she had accomplished a lot in her life and of always working for others. That was what had brought her in UK from India. Sameera was a nice looking women.. Day 1: 7.30 am: I woke up with the doorbell. Urmila reporting for work. I tell her to start making some breakfast for me. I bolt the door behind her as she walks to the kitchen. My cock becomes hard & erect through my pajamas as I watch her shake her tight butt as she walks. She�s wearing a typical maharashtrian saree — colorful and draped sensuously around her curvy body.Can�t wait to get my hands on her and bang her brains out. Her hair is tied up in a tight bun, lightly oiled, and I.