Even she was very beautiful to look and with her big balls and she was always visiting my Mousi’s house. she always talked to me in a good manner, e...ven I did it. I always spend my free time in my Mousi’s house and tried to touch her parts, but she was not reacting to that issue; even then I was not able to have a sex with her. By that time my wish remained a wish, bcoz as I completed my PU ,my parents put me in a engg college in Bangalore. But once it so happened that my uncle, Mousi with. I will not try to pull the wool over your eyes or baffle you with BS about what they did. My wife got her degree in Biology late in life, she was 43. She went on to get certified as a teacher and taught science for years. But her favorite was hands on with small groups working with animals and insects. Don’t ask about plants, she killed a cactus garden once. Plastic flowers droop for her. She has a black thumb. But this is not about my wife, it is about Elsie and her life. Elsie had a slight. There were always a few other white women at these bars but seldom any white guys. My third night out I was at this old bar on the other side of the tracks. Tyrone came over, introduced himself and bought me a drink. He sat next to me at the bar and started to talk. It was just small talk till he reached over and took my hand and put it on his crotch. "Ya like big cocks?" I didn't try to pull my hand away as I felt the large lump in his pants. "You the best lookin hoe that's been in here fo. Sunday night I told Karen to go put on something that she could slip off real easy; but reminded her no underwear. She chose a white blouse and simple black skirt.We got in the car and drove to Tottenham Court Road; where we walked towards London's famous Soho. I could tell Karen was becoming excited and she kept up a constant chatter about how she was looking forward to whatever I had planned for her.We turned into Soho Square and walked amongst the sex shops; I pulled Karen to me and said.