"Thank you kind sir." You're very welcome pretty lady," I said with a wink.She giggled again and pushed the cart towards the door which I opened for h...er. "See you later," she said."I look forward to it," I replied.She paused at the door, glancing back at Kenneth and Dotty sitting intimately close to each other and then at me, losing her smile a moment. "Me too," she said, her perky smile immediately returning.I closed the door behind her."Fucking flirt," Dotty chuckled. We met at the table. She still looking into my eyes. I can see love on her eyes. Then suddenly she put her lips on mine.We kissed almost 10 minutes. While kissing I move my hand back of her body. Rubbing her body. Hug her so tight. I can feel her tits on my chest. Then after some times I put my hand on her tits & press slowly. She say nothing. After some times I tried to open her top but she said no. I request her lots to show her tits. I just want to suck her tits. I will not do anything more than oral. After. So much so, that I have given them both a strong desire to meet eachother. However, I never told them that I had always fantasized about seeing my tall white partner fucking my beautiful brown skinned Indian wife. “He should be here in 2 minutes!” I called out to my wife, feeling my body temperature rising from my anxiousness. I had convinced her to wear a her best white Saree that exposed her large supple breasts exquisitely. While I had asked her to do this, I felt as if she did it more to. Back in the kitchen, she fixed herself another cup of coffee and carried it, and the morning paper, out onto the deck.Joey was almost half done mowing the back yard when Cathy caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see a beautiful young girl. Taller than herself, slender with a body that was already nicely curved, short, dark blonde hair. She stood, hands on her hips, watching Joey."Hi," Cathy called to her. "You must be Karen."The young girl jumped, startled, and turned.