Richa was a happy, go-lucky kind of woman and she giggled and laughed a lot. I dropped her to office and drove off. By afternoon, I got a ping on What...sApp and it was Richa. I was on cloud nine. Now we began chatting as well. Our chats revealed another side of her, which was lonely and sad. I understood. She had very few friends who were mostly in other cities. Her parents were in Lucknow and she was all alone, making a living in Mumbai and trying to get life back on track.That weekend we went. My head was going to be leaking as it filled with all the possible solutions. Before I knew it I was pulling up to the house.Pulling into my spot in the garage I grabbed my workout bag and headed in. I was greeted by a pretty, naked housekeeper.“Hi Mick. Keri should be here in about 40 minutes. She got stuck on an overseas call to Japan.”“Ok, I’m gonna get a shower. What’s for dinner?”“I went old school tonight and made meatloaf. Everything is in the oven and will be ready to go when Keri gets. Our tongues dancing in each other's mouth now, and our bodies pulled tight together I have my arms wrapped around her, holding the back of her head and using my other arm to hold her close. I can feel her nipples poking against my bare chest through her shirt, and her tits firming up from the massaging of our bodies together. Svetlana moves her hand down off my back, and puts it right on the top of my swollen hard cock. I moan for a moment, feeling her hand moving up and down my shaft wrapped. I looked down and was fascinated by the sight of his lips sliding across the head and sucking my shaft into his mouth. As I got harder, the head swelled and took on the look of a just-washed ripe plum, all shiny and wet. I stood up and he slid his hands behind me and took the waistband of my pants and boxers together, and slid them slowly down until they were at a heap at my feet. His mouth never lost contact with my cock. He ran his hands up under my shirt, across my portly belly and up to my.