On the fourth spurt I lost control, and my penis started squirting wildly all over the place without even being touched, and Trudy moaned, "oh jesus!"...and started masturbating herself furiously with both hands, climaxing along with us as James gave me the last of his come and flopped back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Trudy kissed me passionately, asking me if I had liked it, and if James had given me a lot of come, and I could only nod dazedly to both questions, as Trudy grinned. The party winds down after a few hours, as people beginning discussing where they’re moving onto, what time is best to avoid queuing for clubs without getting there too early. She leaves with her roommate, a few friends and a group of guys including the one she was speaking with. Phones come out and then frustrated swearing as it becomes apparent that they’ll have to wait an hour or more for a cab, Halloween is a busy night in a university city. Somehow the group comes to the consensus that. Therefore, if one were to only look at her tits in isolation, one would get the impression that they belonged to a much younger woman.As she stood there smiling, wantonly holding her choli pulled up above those mammoth breasts of hers, she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes “So, saheb, do you like what you see? What do you think of my tits?”I laughed at her crude words, and replied with a laugh “Nice Gajra ben. Your tits look very firm. Are you sure there is no milk in them?”She laughed. But I won’t just yet - I make her wait. Hmmm…What fantasy is going to mentally accompany me, send me over the edge, keep me pumping and then make me cum hard? The more fantastical, dirty, absurd and even forbidden, the better. But sometimes even the most ordinary images can do the trick… I think of the wonderful lush guys I have flirted with, chatted with, lusted over, and yes, stroked myself thinking about. I think of them individually and imagine it’s them touching me. I imagine it’s YOU.