I am writing my real story, this incident happened in October first week.I am a software developer in an MNC age 23 living in Gandhinagar.The story is...between me and a mature lady who thought I am gigolo. She is from Ahmadabad and from a decent family.Mai 2nd ocotber ko ahmedabad gaya hua tha shaam ka time tha mere freind ke yaha se jab wapas nikla to 9 baj chuke the aur higway pr tha meri cab ka wait kr rha tha tabhi achanak ek i10 aakar ruki mere paas and mirror kholke ek beautiful mature. My sister had the covers back for me when I walked in. She lay there and did not say a word as I climbed in bed with her. In fact she did not say a word the entire time. Once I was on my back she kissed me on the lips then began to stroke my erection as she kissed her way down my body. When she reached my dick she took it all into her mouth with little effort. She was good, but never as good as my brother-in-law. She sucked and licked as she moaned. The bed started to shake as if she were. “Don’t worry,” Bree said, hugging both Melody and me. I wrapped an arm around our friend. “It will work out. Get some painting done.”“Slave driver,” I said. We shared a kind of mournful chuckle, kissed each other and headed to our areas.“Ames!” Amy called to me. She hadn’t been able to work yesterday because of roller-girl practice. I was a surprised she was on the platform so early this morning. Sometimes those girls stay out all night.“What’s up, Ames?” I asked.“I just want to make sure you. Marsha says damn I’m sorry Dave I guess we have done all we can for today, I say you mean yesterday she laughed and says yes, I guess it is tomorrow. Marsha asked where I was staying, I said at this point my guess the beach, this morning when I got into town, I came stright to the hospital! Marsha says nonsense you will stay with me tonight, I asked her what Mr. Baker will say when you bring me home, she said my Dad will never know. Marsha wrote her address on a slip of paper and said put this.