He was well dressed in a western style suit. I thought I recognized him. I wanted to greet the man if I could just remember his name. He obviously did...n't recognize me. The man just kind of looked through me and continued on his way, eventually walking through the entrance of one of London's most luxurious hotels. My curiosity was aroused. A discreet inquiry and some cash got me the information I wanted. The man was unimportant but his employer was. Abdul Waahib Fawaz Mustafa was a big wig in. I took the opportunity and said will finish ma dinner and come she said u can have your dinner here with me.so went out there with my pants and t shirt alone i didnt wear any inner as it could give a chance then i entered her home found her child’s sleeping in the hall she asked me to sit in the dinning hall and i went to my happiness she came but this time she changed from her normal nightie to saree i saw her navel wow a delicious hollow hole round and little marks covered a hot one. I really. She said – please fuck me Buddy – I want you to fill me up with that cock – then she looked at Anil and asked – help me guide his thick lund into your wife’s cunt. I took my swollen cock which was like mahnet moving towards her pussy. With one hand I felt her wet pussy and opened her lips wide and with the other I guided my thick cock dripping with pre cum. I had never felt myself so huge and thick..I pushed back my foreskin and the shiny bulging head become more swollen and thick – she was. After my daughter’s departure lying in my bed I began to weep slowly. The TV was on in my bedroom and Bobby was watching TV sitting on the floor. As I wanted she heard my weeping and gently asked “what has happened, khalu (uncle), why are you crying?” I told “nothing happened, what you can do hearing that? Just shut up.”I knew Bobby was very much conscious about me so she couldn’t avoid my sufferings and she tried her best to relief me from the sufferings. That was my plus point. I again.