Not a face you could forget easily.Her sari was in the Bengali style not Indian, but she managed to convey the contours of her body perfectly. Her bre...asts were large and although covered up by her sari, they seemed to invite you to squeeze them.Mr. Hossain introduced her as his wife Shama. This ended, abruptly, my brief fantasy of a business trip bang with this hot Bengali dish. We chatted for a while over tea. Before Mr Hossain insisted on my joining them for dinner at their home.I accepted as. The hot water helps me relax a little, pregnancy can be rough on your body.” She kinda laughed almost nervously as she answered me. I could tell she wasn't sure this was right, which made me even more excited. I decided to push it a little further. “Well do ya need me to wash your back for you?” I kinda laughed as I said it, so it didn't seem too forward. I didn't want to scare her before I even got anywhere. When she responded she sounded a bit more nervous, which made me stroke faster. “No I. How could I keep up with both women? How could I avoid jealousy between the two. How long could I keep sharing them before the needs and wants of one overshadowed the other?When her mother wasn’t home, Candy would tease me unmercifully with her body, parading around bra-less, bending over, showing off her cute round ass with nothing but a gauzy thong between my eyes and her luscious young treasure. At first I would gather her close and play with her pussy until it oozed honey, then lick her. She was in the band, chorus, she played the piano, trumpet and loved to play the organ at church. We went to the same church. St. Patrick's Church, it was the biggest Catholic Church outside of Sioux City. Even though we couldn't date formally, she couldn't until she was 16, we were always together at school and church activities. After a couple of weeks, we started sneaking kisses where ever we could. I could drive on a work license as it was needed for farm kids to be able to drive the farm.