“I'll take your word on that,” I said.I guess without a condom, his dick felt a hell of a lot better, so he had more trouble holding his load. He ...began moaning very loudly.“Oh, fuck yes, mom, I'm gonna shoot big time!” Travis screamed.He shot his load right into my pussy, I felt three good shots going right into me. I saw him, and he was really getting out of it.“Shit, Travis, you are one hell of a fucker, and a lover,” I muttered.“I'm glad you think so,” Travis replied softly, as he kissed me. ‘Don’t fucking tease,’ she grumbled, and his chuckle actually made her moan. He honed in on that stiff little clit, sucking at it and dabbing at it and stroking it with ever more increasing speed and pressure. She writhed beneath him, her lungs filling and releasing heavily. He had to still her movement with his forehead on her abdomen and one hand pressing her down at her chest between her large tits. His other hand brought fingers to the fore, coating them with her prodigious juices before. She stopped dancing and closed her eyes, moving slightly away from me. "What's wrong," I asked, "don’t you like dancing with me? You don’t like me in general I think." She opened her eyes and started to protest. "You're just a stuck up bitch with a stick up her ass," I said, not letting her get a word in. "No, you're wrong," she said, "I like you; you’ve got me all wrong." "OK," I said, "prove it, let's dance together properly." I started rotating my hips and grinding with her. All this. I ran into her the other day and again propositioned to her to whom she readily agreed and I was taken by surprise. I reached her huge mansion, in Koramangala and she received me at the door, she was dressed in a red silk skirt and blouse, (half saree) small bindi dotting her forehead, glass bangles, her long finger nails neatly painted brownish in color, her beautifully painted toes with toe rings on her right middle toe and an anklet on her other foot with a shoe accentuating her lovely feet.