But none can match finally being alone with you. With her head on my chest she said “since you were much younger playing with my son. I would sit al...ne in my house watching you while you play and having fantasy’s about you. This must sound like I am a dirty old lady. That I am robbing the cradle.” This admission was a surprise. There was no possible way for me to know or to act on it until now.Can I admit something I said “you are more sexy now ” She continued “I know that I can satisfy your. He lets them go and I wipe my eyes and my nose, unable to look at him, not knowing what to do. I’m covering my eyes with my hands and trying to catch my breath when I feel his hand in my hair, on the back of my head. I grab onto his wrist, and for a moment, I just let myself feel him before pulling him away and throwing his hand back at him. He goes to move closer and I put my hands up in front of me. ‘Don’t. Please don’t,’ I say, still crying, my breath swallowing some of my words. ‘Don’t. I was getting turned on at the thought of a gangbang, but at the same time a little apprehensive of the pain I could be in with all those cocks. Raj read my mind, and reassured me it was going to be all right.That evening, I met their friends, Vinny and Abhi, who were Raj's classmates. They lived in a rented house nearby, and they were quite eager. Our session was scheduled for the following Saturday and it meant a week of waiting and fantasizing. I was eager for another round that night but. The girl remembered her past lovers, the men who fumbled with her, treating her body like a machine- press the right button, get the right response. She felt sorry for them. They really had no idea. It was their loss. Those men never understood how a woman worked, what a woman needed. They did not know how best to touch and caress, or how to use words instead of hands. Most of all, they didn’t know how to listen, or ask. They would never earn the reward of knowing that they gave real pleasure..