Valentine’s day is not in our culture. Why did you go on terrace wearing that flimsy dress when it bedroom is drizzling, it has become wet everywhere” he was bed pointing to my tits and ass. I went in changed over into salwaar kameez, prepared breakfast for him and packed his suitcase and our driver Khadir dropped him at Air port. Khadir looked longingly at me, he did not fuck me for over 10 days. I smiled at him and signaled to have patience. Five minutes after my hubby left, buzzer chimed. I opened the door. It was Hari Singh, our Milk man. “He is not there?” he asked, while measuring Milk and pouring in container. ‘No” I said and he caught the container, encircling my fingers. “Then can we fuck? Please” he asked me. The problem with him is he is dead drop gorgeous, tall, well built, rugged , handsome and sexy in a way that only rough villagers can be. He fucks many ladies, I am just one more cunt to him. One week back when I asked him to fuck me, he said he was tired as he already fucked 3 ladies. I shot an angry look at him “Why do you want my cunt? Go wet and fuck those ladies” I retorted angrily. He pleaded “ Memsaheb, you know I am crazy about you, even when I am fucking others, I keep thinking about your boobs and the big boobs areola and stiff nipples. On that day when you asked me, the lady in the next street had guests, her sister, mother and hubby’s sister. She wanted me to fuck all of them. They did not leave me until not a drop of sperm was left. So, don’t be angry, memsahib” I was about to close the door when I remembered how his hard muscular body felt against my tits and how hard he fucks. I opened the door. “This is last warning. In future, you will not refuse me when I ask you to fuck me” I told him sternly. “Sure, Mem saheb” he said as he closed the door. He removed my salwaar kameez. He knew tits I wore traditional cloths when hubby was at home. I always wore flimsy nighty and showed more than three fourths of boobs desi when hubby was away. Didn't boobs they realize how I would use this power? I guess I was a little shy in high school.” bed I glanced at Deklian, and he offered a smile that was so tight I wondered if his teeth would crack. She held her pussy lips for him as he lapped her sweet cunt up. Then Zanyia lapped at my pussy. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood wet in desi front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. Andrea took my hand to lead tits me to the kitchen where her parents were sitting beside each other at the breakfast bar. She repeated variations of this over and over. Her juices ran freely down the neck and soaked the sides of the bottle as she plunged up and down filling the rooms with the deep squelchy sounds of her pussy juices. She didn't put up an argument. My tongue danced bedroom along her bud. "No problem dickless."