Her intention was to meet me the first time. Now I had to tell her that I am a married man. Finally, I told her that. She was totally upset. She stopp...ed studying and was thoroughly disturbed. I apologized her and supported her during this emotional time. Finally, she said, ok let it me. Let’s continue as friends. That gave me a big relief. Finally, she decided to come and meet me in Chandigarh.Then I received her. We could recognize each other through identification by the phone call.We both. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she looked like the call girl version of a fairy godmother. Her huge breasts, which she seemed to be pushing at Kyle, looked like they were going to burst out of her dress at any second."Yeah, it's a shame. That's why I would never let Carol go to a party like this by herself." His wife, Carol, is a pretty redhead, but she's a little skinny for my tastes. She was dressed somewhat conservatively, like a witch. Something tells me he would have never let. I pulled her into the first tavern I found, sat her down, watched her peel off her hood and cape and found myself aroused again by her healthy, vibrant beauty, her rich and bumptious charms which crouched, beautifully framed, in a dress that likely cost more money than I would ever see. She breathed out sexual attraction like a flower broadcasting pollen, and soon every man in the room envied me and desired her. It just oozed out of her somehow. I think she actually smelled of coitus. I know it. With still another 5 inches left outside, I grinned and began pounding harder, her screams of pain renewed as I forced organs aside until our crotches met. I held myself there for a moment, letting my cock twitch inside her as her body adjusted to the way I wanted it to go. I sent another tentacle to bite down on her little nub at the same time I both pinched her nipples and fucked my first long stroke into her now larger womb.She went rigid beneath me, her eyes bulging out as every pleasure.