Her tits were slightly on the small side, but that was alright. She was real boney, to the point I was afraid of getting jabbed. She laid me down and ...straddled me quickly—a woman who liked to be on top. I began to massage her breasts, going through the motions. Sure, I was a chauvinistic jerk but I still knew how to pleasure the woman. With each tweak of a nipple she let out a little cry of joy, and I had to smile. Her pussy was tight, it took me a few moments to get myself in. She swiveled her. I was really into the moment, asking for more and more whilst my own cock stiffened, I was in total ecstasy then I felt something, his balls slapping against my arse, all 10 inches of his cock was inside of me (i'm getting turned on just thinking about it lol). In and out, in and out it drove me wild until I let out what was probably my most feminine scream to date as my balls unloaded onto his sofa cushions, I came and came and came, I think there was about 9 spurts in total, it was thick, it. She was of medium height and slightly plump like all married Indian women.Her breasts were growing bigger and bigger with the passage of time.I desperately wanted to squeeze her boobs and suck them. I hoped that I would be able to seduce her this time at least.I had seen her grow from a teenager to a busty young desirable woman. She was of medium height and slightly plump like all married Indian women.Her breasts were growing bigger and bigger with the passage of time.I desperately wanted to. “Alright where are you?” I was scrambling to my feet.“Montgomery Street.”“Alright, I’m coming.” I thought about which way she’d be going, towards where she lives. “Have you passed Whitcombe Street yet?”“No,”“Okay take Whitcombe Street. If there’s a house with a light on, ring the bell. If there’s a loose brick on a wall or anything like that pick it up and break the side window of a car, especially an expensive car, to set the alarm off. Head for the main road, not anywhere quiet. Don’t be.