” No Mrs Sharma for you Nafisa. Call me Neelam, just Neelam or Neelu for you! Ohhh you are so hot! I love you. Take off my bra. Hurry!” She pulled... my mouth back to her. I worked feverishly on her bra and unhooked it. Her white tits spilled out in my hands and I cupped them.I saw the puffy brown nipples, they became harder and harder under my touch”Ohhhhh….Nafisa….feel them,,,touch them…cup my tits…you are doing fine..yessss!” I was doing what my body was commanding me to do. Mrs Sharma was. I asked her if she had enjoyed it and she was quiet for awhile then admitted that she had. I asked if she wanted to do it again and she said if you dont mind I think I would as I felt myself getting to the edge of my orgasm then I looked into her eyes as my orgasm washed over me . We laid there like that first with me just trying to catch my breath and enjoying the warmth of her pussy with me balls deep in her. She laughed delightedly as my cum shot into her and asked why I liked watching her. I tried to think of how I felt beyond my hopeless sexual satisfaction, but the thoughts just could not find any purchase in my brain. There were only thoughts of Escobar and his arms around me, and his lips upon me, and his cock inside me. The world was reduced to a simple equation that came out as -- him plus I equaled us.-----------------------------------------------------------Nothing was the same after that day. For one, I hardly ever slept in my own bed after that. Come to think of it, we. His desire for spunk was such that he licked and sucked my cock almost to the point of soreness.Having satiated his need for spunk Peter now wanted to fuck me. I stripped and he admired my slim young body, running his hands all over me and up my bum crack. Having decided that he wanted to go ahead he stripped off himself and I was rewarded with my first sight of his beautiful cock. A long slender shaft, possibly nine inches, but slim and a lovely uncut mushroom head. I asked how he wanted me.