My hand went between us into that space from behind, bringing my fingertips to a point at which I could feel her labia. My middle finger slid between ...them, and moved toward her belly, skating along the wetness of her lips.I knew that I had found my target when she hissed in pleasure; my fingertip was now resting on the tip of her clitoris. Slowly, I circled the bud with the tip of my finger, applying almost no pressure. She groaned, and moved slightly, so I stopped, then resumed when she had. Couldn’t control your eagerness to tease me?Swatii: Yes, but I also wanted to satisfy your curiosity. It’ll save you the trouble of loitering near my house daily.Me: So then tell me, why Mr Patel visits your house daily in your husband’s absence.Swatii: Simple answer… to fuck me! But you are wondering how I fell for this cock right?Me: Obviously, I mean how can you fall for him?Swatii’s narration.“You remember the day we were celebrating the arrival of our new car? Right, that’s the day he made. I had a growth spurt between twelve and thirteen and it was about six inches long when that passed, I mean when it got hard, and my sister caught me beating off and sucked it for me - once. And then when I was fifteen, I grew out of my clothes, got to be six-one almost overnight it seemed although it was really in six months or so and ended up with a nine-inch cock that I could barely get my hand around.I remember the first girl I humped with it. She screamed for an hour and begged for another. I took a shower. Thinking that Jimmy and his friends would not stop by, I put on a short teddy. Soon, I was deep into a movie, as well as on my third milk glass of VO and water.I heard heavy footsteps on the front porch, a key in the lock, then footsteps coming from the hallway into the den. Though very drunk, I was strangely lucid. I left my mouth partly open, with my eyes shut.I heard Jimmy whisper. "That's my Mom. She is a Friday night, Saturday night drunk. When she is out like that,.