Mamta left out a loud moan and both started to fuck. The white guy lifted Mamta’s leg up to her shoulders spreading her pussy wider. Mamta held her ...legs up to her shoulders with her hands, giving him the access to fucking her rougher.Mamta: Yeah! Go, just fucking ram that big dick in my pussy. (rubbing her pussy as the dick entered) Yeah, make me cum, you fuck me don’t stop.Mamta was very horny as the dick reached deep. The white guy spanked her ass and holding her ass he started fucking her. And so the night went on till finally the bar closed. It was the first time I felt awkward. Do I drop her to her hotel or ask her back to my place? But damn it I wanted her back at my place, in my bed.She solved all my problems by simply saying, “I really don’t feel like going back to the hotel.” Well that was that. We quickly walked back to my place, where after a few more drinks I was burning with desire.She came to me, so small and soft, I could have crushed her. I mean I’m about 6 foot and. Maybe if he'd spent more time giving me his dick and less time being one... oh well, such is life and I had decided to look for excitement elsewhere. I mailed my first application to a local advertising agency and after a phone call the interview was set. Just a little personal info, I'm a well toned, well tanned, well proportioned female, mid thirties, but look much younger. I absolutely love wearing short, tight skirts and thigh highs, matched with strappy heels and a silky blouse, unbuttoned. However, Kim is here.”“What time is it?”“It’s ten after eight.”Damn. I guess I lost track of time. “Sorry, Sara. I’ll be down in a few.”“That’s okay, but please hurry."I hear Sara talking in the kitchen as I walk into the foyer. I freeze when Kim’s voice becomes clear. Her voice is soft. As I listen to them talking and laughing, I realize my hands are shaking. Damnit, I’m forty-six years old and nervous as hell.I remain motionless as I ponder my position. Let’s see, married for twenty-four.