She was happy and thanked me a lot. She then asked for my number if in case she needs some quick suggestions on colleges or something related to Bangalore. I was happy to exchange numbers as she was a beautiful lady and wanted to keep in touch. She got down and strangely I started to miss her, her beautiful face and perfume kept on coming to my mind. Suddenly I realised that I have her number and checked for her in WhatsApp. I was stumped to see her picture in WhatsApp, she was wearing a hot black top which was exposing her cleavage and the upper portion of her milky boobs and denim hot Pants. In the WhatsApp profile picture, she was posing for a selfie with some of her female friends who also wore similar hot dresses and was around the same age group. Seeing her in those dresses I got an instant hard-on. I Footworship didn’t realize she had such nice boobs and I kept looking at the picture every now and then. Being a shy guy it took some courage for me to send the first ‘Hi’ on WhatsApp at night but it appeared as if she was just waiting for me to text her. She immediately started responding and we went on chatting and knowing each other. She was staying close by in a flat which her brother used to stay and was lying vacant and was staying with her only son. Her son had also secured admission in one of the engineering colleges and would be leaving for the hostel by the coming Friday. Her husband works in the navy so mostly out of the home the whole year. She works as an interior designer just to get rid of her boring life as they already had enough money and was pretty well off. Also, she had a group of rich female friends with whom she used to hang out often. I referred to indian the picture in WhatsApp and asked her if that was the group and she responded saying yes and described briefly about their background and how rich they and their husbands were. I with some courage mentioned that she was looking too hot in that picture. She immediately responded with some mischievous smileys and wrote ‘Naughty boy’.. I felt some excitement inside me and started fantasising her. We spoke till almost 3 in the night then I jerked off thinking about her and went off to sleep. Slowly over the days, it became a routine to speak to her continuously over the day, we started with a good morning and used to gossip till late at night. We spoke almost like boyfriend girlfriend and slowly our topics started becoming sexual. I used to appreciate her perfume and style and she used to update me about the fast life of Mumbai how most of her friends had extramarital affairs or open relationships with boys younger her age and even their husbands were rich enough to hire escorts and used to sleep around with young girls. I asked her about her personal experiences in extramarital affairs. She replied saying that she is too caring of her son so doesn’t indulge much in all these as it may impact his son but she had her own share of pleasure with other men. I could sense that she was sexually frustrated as her husband is out mostly. Now I was beginning to get interested in her and wanted to bang her badly and also she was located pretty near to me. I came to know that she would be leaving in the coming weekend on Sunday and had only a few days in hand. I asked her what would she do all alone now in Mumbai without her son. She replied that she would enjoy life with her friends and would do as she wants as she doesn’t have to think of husband or son. I understood that after her son gets admitted she is going to enjoy her feet sex life in full. I asked her if I could take out for Bangalore visit for a day and she immediately accepted my offer and decided that we meet on Saturday so that her son gets admitted on Friday and starts staying at the hostel and she is free. I mischievously asked her, will that be a date? She replied, saying only on one condition that you take me around but I pay the bill,no questions asked. She had another hole for me to enjoy, and I had a dick dripping with my mother's pussy juices. Saema was well-built, appeared to have been mildly athletic, and cared about staying in shape. She grunted at indian me, and stormed upstairs to her room. Dad leaves me and Mom to just sit and she holds me because I’m her baby and after everything that has happened and hasn’t happened we’ve been up and down but I feel like I’m off the ride and ready for something with less consequences, like feet life. You were not wrong about Jermaine, he has a very big black willy, the contrast in skin colour with the beach Footworship in the background looks so exotic. Maybe look even better in heels?" Her days were filled with sex. I smiled. She looked away and kept going. I grab my last rock, look at the other side of the bank and then I haul back and toss it as hard as I can muster. I felt a large rough finger enter my pussy. Eva sucked tenderly at the cock that had pissed on her until he gasped and his sperm flooded out. This one is black and large but thankfully smaller than Bobby’s. Even so I realize I don’t want this one in me, so I groan helplessly and start to work my tongue to see if I can get him to cum. My eyes traveled up from her feet, carefully tucked into four-inch designer heels, then to her smooth calves, and on up to her shapely, well-toned thighs. He then reached over and untied her other hand. I knew every single person in the room was looking at me, and I loved it.