she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush chalu ho jayega. App kaha rehete ho.”She replied, “Nalasopara mai, bohut dur hai yaha se.”Slowly she started to tell me all about her journey to the city from chondi village. I, like most guys my age had become an expert in hand jobs, with my own hand, and my fantasies.About three days into the holiday I noticed a German couple sitting opposite us at the pool. The wife looked about thirty five, tight cut blonde hair, maybe a little masculine looking, but the main thing I noticed was her huge breasts, they were straining to escape from her small white bikini top. Her husband was a bit older d****d in gold jewellery, drinking beer and more or less ignoring her all.Read More
