Hi Rishi,
Trust you are doing well. Your mother arrived here safe and sound on Sunday. I know your father was very concerned since this was her first overseas trip and that too alone and of course it is a long long way from Delhi to Houston. I am so happy my mother managed to somehow convince your parents about this after I had planted the idea in your dad on my last visit during the winter break - when you were away on the internship. Luckily the Lufthansa sale offering happened and the hit on your dad's pocket wasn't as bad as it could have been. Anyways, here in the US she doesn't have to worry about expenses - I'm taking care of all that!
It was your mother who suggested I write to you with an update on what has been happening since she arrived here. I was first planning to write a detailed account with a day-by-day or even hour-by-hour description thrown in but that will take too much time. Perhaps, after she leaves to go back home, I will put something down in writing and send to you.
Well, your mother has been adjusting well. It is always a culture shock when you first come into the US. The clean roads, large buildings and everyone saying hello and smiling whether they know you or not! Her first shock was when I grabbed her in the arrival lounge and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She was a bit flustered - not used to such a display of affection in public but she soon calmed down when she realized that others didn't think anything out of the ordinary. As we took the long walk to the parking lot, I had ample opportunity to taste her lips and to feel her body. The car ride back home was the same. It was heaven to be sit next to her and touch her body on the ride back.
Neena has that wonderful combination of beauty and some brains to go along with it. I enjoyed her comments, her questions on what she saw on the road, her flirtatious stares and giggles and the way she became bolder with each passing minute - pulling my cock out of my pants and stroking it gently as I drove. I had missed her so much these past months and had looked forward for many days to this visit. I was hard-pressed to concentrate on my driving while she sat a couple of feet away from me looking so demure and sensual in her saree. By the time we reached home, I had her blouse unbuttoned and breasts hanging out while her saree was lifted well above her knees and only partially tucked in giving her a fairly disheveled appearance.
She was certainly impressed with my house. My dad had brought it as soon as he realized I was going to attend Rice. It is not a new house by any means and the original owner had compromised on the built area by adding a private swimming pool in the center. Compared to other residences in the US it was reasonably average but compared to what we grew up with in India, it is quite luxurious. It was fun seeing her reaction at the automatic garage opener - fairly blase here but quite novel when coming in first time from India.
It was her first time at my place so of course I couldn't let her walk in just like that. I carried her, much like a bride, into the house. She felt so light and soft in my arms. I have put on some muscle and weight this last year thanks to some exposure to the gym and the fitness facilities available here in the US and I could see she liked it - she kept pressing my biceps and feeling my chest.
See - it is Thursday night here now. It has been around four days since. And mostly what we have been doing is fucking like rabbits all the time. With her jet lag only partially gone, your mom and I sleep at pretty odd times. We have had to make up for five months of deprivation and being apart. That first night, I must have eaten her at least a dozen times - I simply couldn't get enough of her pussy. It was only in the midst of our second fuck that we realized we had to call your dad to let him know she had arrived safely. So, eventually we called Delhi and she spoke to your dad while I had my head buried in between her thighs lapping away at her juices. I am so glad that the phone quality in India for international calls is below average - Neena was able to mask some of her moans and sighs by speaking loudly or occasionally muting the phone to avoid suspicion from your father.
Neena has now gotten to really like the house. Like most US homes, it is fully carpeted - meaning we can lie and fuck on the floor anywhere. The kitchen has a central breakfast counter area which is ideal for us to fool around - she told me likes the cold of the counter top on her back as she lays on it while either getting eaten or fucked. It is also an ideal height from which she can straddle me, making it easier for me to stand up with her impaled on my dick and then walk around - her favorite position as I have told you many times before. The bathrooms are much bigger than back home - the large shower stall and the bathtub both have their appeal and we have spent many hours in intimate embrace there.
She has also been willing to trying on some Western style clothing. She has said no to any bikinis so far. What I did get her to buy was a few long skirts and some tops and shirts to go with. Don't worry - she is not into miniskirts. These are long skirts all the way past the ankle with a slit on the side to help walk easily and the shirts are half-sleeved. She got a bit self conscious in the store as I was with her while we shopped and of course the young salesgirls were piqued by my presence next to a much older Neena as she looked around for clothes and lingerie. Disappointingly, we did not find bras and panties that Neena liked. I actually complained about the lack of quality lingerie to the pretty young salesgirl which made Neena's face blush and go red. We had better luck in the make-up section where I gifted her some perfume and she bought some new lipstick. She also discovered 'Nair' which helps to removing body hair - stings a bit but apparently still better than whatever she was doing back home.
