Just as eye catching was her attire. While Luxies attracted a well dressed, professional crowd, this woman's attire was two steps higher, accentuating... her sex appeal. Her top was a white silk blouse with flowing long sleeves. The neckline of the blouse plunged and her cleavage was prominently on display. Over the blouse she wore a long black jacket with a dark purple paisley print and padded shoulders. The jacket buckled at the waist yet did not cover her cleavage, and it flowed to below her. Her head was on my shoulder exposing her lovely soft neck and shoulder to my kisses. As soon as my lips touched the back of her shoulder she shuddered and started thrusting harder. She came in a few more strokes, her whole body convulsing against me, then relaxing completely.“Mmmm, nice!” She said quietly. “But now is your turn.”With that she continued sliding her now-soaking sex up and down the length of my shaft. She held her fingers in front of her so every pass would force my tip between. She let her husband fuck her a few times before disclosing the news. Her husband thought the baby is his. 9 months later she gave birth to my beautiful boy.So yea, there is a loser here in Vancouver who is raising my k** thinking its his.This is another of my real stories.A little about me first: I am an Arab muslim guy living in Vancouver, Canada. I have a fantasy for Indian Hindu/Sikh girls, because for them a muslim cock is like a forbidden fruit.I met Harveer Kaur (name changed for privacy). Shewould stand next to me applying the lotion in longsmooth strokes, up her long, luxurious legs all the wayto her crotch. She would give slow, deliberateattention to the rise of her pussy mound with herlotioned hands while inadvertently offering glimpses ofher neatly trimmed pussy to my view. Her hands wouldthen dive into the top of her bikini, liberallyapplying lotion to her breasts; those effortsinvariably causing her erect nipples to make anappearance while I tried desperately to not.