" She moaned. I repeated again, a harder thrust this time. "Yes!" I heard. I started giving her long firm thrusts now, and she was rewarding me by whi...pering "YES!" with each and every one. I was picking up the pace and started fucking her like I would any other pussy. Her cries became louder and more frantic. I was making sure to pull out almost all the way with each thrust. I giving it to her hard now. Long, firm, hard thrusts. Over and over I pounded her heavily. Her words changed from "Yes". Loud techno music can be heard now. This is going to be just “wonderful”.The yacht approaches my position until its bow is a mere five meters away. This is not a respectful distance any more. A man in a black suit appears at the bow and looks totally out of place in the Aegean Sea. He hails me.“Hey mate. Listen, this is Fulvio Brione´s yacht. You know him, the fashion czar.” He has to shout to be heard over the loud music.I just nod. I have no idea why he´s telling me this and I have no. Many would silently suffer the low level of estrogen and approaching menopause of course a few will look at alternative means of getting their sexual urge satisfied. Married with two daughters who were in the WCC at Chennai, husband a good ten years elder to Kalyani & given up on sex for a few years now a angel at 5.7 and a good 65 kgs with cuts and curves that would make a Egyptian mummy turn in the pyramid. Golden color radiating skin jet black hair cut till her shoulders, Kalyani made sure. He was grateful that the furnaces were already switched over to the oil fuel which was being used only for the hot water in the summertime. They used a lot less oil in the summer because heating was unnecessary and it meant there was more profit in the monthly rent receipts that paid Gina's and his salaries.His shirt was off because even with the open side door and the draft from the alleyway, the basement was still hot although not as hot as standing in the full blast of the summer sun. Sal.