Ek din dophar uska muje msg aya ki ghar ao me ghar gaya to wo ek dam garam red saree me thi aur ek dam mall lag rahi thi mene use esa kaha to wo smile...dene lagi phir wo mere liye nasta layi phir usne mujse coffee puchi to mene ha bola phir usne mere liye coffee banai aur jab usne coffee layi to mere par gir gayi aur muje washroom jana pada wo bhi washroom me aa gyi aur mujse apne interes ke bare me baat karne lagi me samaj gaya ki ye 32 saal ki maal aj mere sath jaanat ki sher karne wali hai. "We're not finished here..." You know how it makes you feel when you pull out of me and feed me your cum?..." Well," I continued "I'm doing the fucking here so it only seems fair that you should get to eat the cum when we finish."He started to act like he didn't want to do it, like he didn't want me to think he was gay..."Hank" I said "this isn't about sexual orientation, I'm wearing a penis here - it's about a HOT sensual act...honestly I wouldn't care if you ARE gay - we still have great sex!. Her outfit, when she was working, reminded me of the Communist Chinese uniform of the sixties and seventies: shapeless. Lord only knows what she was actually like underneath. In truth I didn't care; she was darn good at what she did, and we got on well. One day I inadvertently paid her what she regarded as a very great compliment. As she finished, I was so completely relaxed I ended up in a deep sleep. I was her last patient of the day, so she let me sleep for about twenty minutes, then woke me. Well then we went up to her room and sat on bed and started studying.Few weeks had gone now we were getting friendly. Talking to each other a lot from good morning messages to good night. Sharing jokes, double meaning talk and all.So one day I came a bit early to my class as the weather was not good, it was about to start raining. So as I used come to her place regularly she used to keep the door open.I came in and the rain started heavily.As I entered the premises I called out for her but.