"I hope you're not going to order like that this week you pussy, a bottle of water at a pub, what next, are you going to hit the gay bars with David?"... Said Eric "Oh ha ha Eric, one of these days your mouth is going to get you into trouble and the only pussy you're going to get is some that you will have to pay for." sneered Jarrod "Hey! You know I'm not that gay." I said, giving myself a weak defend. After all the chatter we left early at around 8:30pm to sleep for the morning. We met up and. I am a regular reader and fan of Indian Sex Stories.I am back with this second sequel of my story. Thank you for all the fans who mailed me and encouraged me.Sorry for the long gap, guys. I was caught up and busy with official works. I am waiting for your valuable suggestions. All sex-hungry mature ladies and girls can mail me at I assure you of full privacy and satisfaction.So now let’s begin with the story. I went to a client’s apartment, who was a mature lady. At the time she told me to. I was rock hard and as long as I could get. She would glide up to the tip of my glans and then slowly glide down until I was balls deep inside her like she could read my mind. I was doing pretty well in terms of stamina earlier in missionary. Not that her pussy didn't feel amazing. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my. "That'll end when her milk comes in" chuckled Sarah as I tried not to look. The question of adoption disappeared at 8 months. Shaye was going to keep the baby. She really began to feel the pain of the extra weight. She had put on more than 40 pounds and said she felt like a cow. I only chuckled as I got her a pillow. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant when she went into labor. Honestly, we weren't ready. The three of us had done the Lamaze classes but we just weren't mentally ready. But, the baby.