Patial Baba Pushed my head there so that Ic ould kiss his rod.He was hung like a horse. I kissed the bulbous tip of his dark lund and massaged their b...alls with my fingers. Patil Baba held my waist and puleed me atop him. My breasts crushed agaisnt his hairy chest and hhe raised my ghagra to my waist. I was wearing nothing underneath it. Patil Baba held my wiast and adjusted so that his tip was touching and probing the lips of my pussy. I sighed and pressed his head in my breasts beckoing to him. .. the decision was taken out of my hands as i realised that my own door was open and standing in the opening was a man. He looked at me and asked me if i liked what i was seeing, he was non threatening and for some reason i felt that he could be trusted. I nodded as i fumbled with my stiffening cock to put it away. He was well dressed and certainly had an accent that could be described as upper class, i stood and looked at him a little embarrassed at how he had caught me and what i was doing,. .." I muttered and coughed. "Happy new year," I replied awkwardly. The alcohol had worn off a bit and this time I felt discomfort creeping over me. "Where did your friends go?" I asked in an effort to get as far away from my own awkwardness as possible."They got off at the last station. I'm a bit further out," she replied. I couldn't be certain but I swear her eyes had gone up and down a few times. She glanced to the other person on the train and stared at the back of their head for a moment. I. He kept his hand above my waist the whole time and showed us the utmost respect....I can tell he had never done this before and was very nervous....we had been so impressed that we invited him back to our house 'which we never do with strangers' and he said ok. So arriving at our house and heading inside, he sat at the dining room table and we opened a bottle of 15 year old bourbon my husband saved for a special occasion. We drank a few glasses and then the conversation was getting very hot. He.