Having moved to Mumbai a couple of weeks ago, I was just about getting adjusted to the fast-paced life of the city, something I was not accustomed to ...when I was living in Nagpur, my hometown.But in the two weeks since I had come to Mumbai, I had managed to get a 1 BHK rented flat, arranged all the furniture and other basic amenities and was almost settled in. I even had a good TV to help me relax and unwind after work. And it was this TV that gave me the most incredible sexual experience I. She looks at him and asks if he will get it it out.He looks over at me and asks if its ok"you comfortable getting it out in front of me?" i can see you have a good hard on there?" "no problem trust me" he reply's "be my guest" at this point out of the corner o my eye i can see that my wife has sat down opened her legs and she is playing with her pussy all the time looking at the bulge in his jeans.He stands up and proceeds to drop his jeans and boxers to expose a monster nine or ten inch cock. ”Okie-dokie. I had the right house, but how was I going to pull this off without disclosing who I really was?Using the voice synthesizer, I said I simply wanted to have some fun.She pressed herself against me, and started to fondle my tool, which as quickly growing in size.“I know what you need,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me, grappling with my belt and unsnapping my jeans. Holy crap! She was not waiting or wasting any time. Then, before I could say another word, she had my. “ My turn to return the favour.”She understood and flopped back on the soft bed opening her thighs wide, giving me complete access to her love hole. It was nice and light brown and with all hair shaved. There was just a small strip at the top as if pointing to the gate of all the pleasures. She noticed that I appreciated her efforts, “ I thought you might not like too much hair down there! ! !”“You are absolutely right.” I replied as I gave a long lick from the bottom to the top of the crack to.