Security was lax in those days and hardly anybody was around. People were only checked if they were on line at the single slip still in use.About half...ay down, she opened a door and we stepped inside. When she closed it, the room was completely dark, but she flipped on a single overhead light. Of course, she must have been in here before; that’s how she knew where the switch was.It was a fairly small room that looked like it was used sparingly, if at all. About the only things in it were a desk. While taking an auto rickshaw I thought of going to her place. I gave her a call and told my position, she was in half sleep and as a wonderful friend asked me to come over as if its my own home. I reached her place with lot of trouble because of my hangover.I knocked her door and nobody turned up. Her place did not have a bell so called her again. She had again gone to sleep. She opened the door, welcomed me with a glass of water. Teased me a bit about my haalat as a drunk man. She told she. He never complained about the last two inches of beautiful brown veiny cock I could never succeed in taking. Although I did succeed in taking one additional inch over five years. But even If I were an accomplished deep throat artist, I doubt I would have been able to take his enormous head down my throat. At least that was what both of us thought. After five years and many sessions, the time finally came for my departure from hawaii. We had spoken perhaps two dozen words between us in the five. When my stallion shot his load, I laid forward on his chest and he held me for a while as I felt more cumshots hit my back. His cock stayed in my for a while before finally popping out with the condom hanging limply and full of cum. I was exhausted. I went back to my little room and changed into a towel before going to the shower room. The water felt great as it beat upon me. I soaped myself up and cleaned the muck and filth from my body and then stood there for what seemed like an hour..