She opens her legs a little more.The warm breeze against her bare skin makes her feel exposed and shebegins feeling flush and warm all over.“It’s ...appening,” she thinks. She’s been here before. She’s heating upall over as she drives. She’s flying down the road now headed for the gas station and she’s barreling towards the tipping point. The point at which aninternal switch will be flipped inside her and she will no longer care who sees her or what they see. She’s often amazed by how bold she. For me Calcutta had always been my home city and as an Anglo Indian I had a good circle of friends and social activities to fill my time. I am now 65 years of age and regarded as quite good looking, with a height of nearly 6 feet tall and a well-proportioned body which I will describe later. My name is Raju and I retired a few years ago, Calcutta has many Anglo Indian social clubs and mixing with the opposite sex is fairly easy to do since I am regarded as an eligible mature and truly single. She was laid on her back with a large pillow under her hips to let gravity keep her full. She laid back rubbing her pussy and clit to get wet. The first guy gave her pussy and ass a couple good squirts of KY, then one by one the twelve long hard black cocks punished her pussy hard and fast, thrusting deep when they came. She was rocked by orgasm after orgasm as her nipple rings were pulled and flicked over and over. She would open her eyes to find a cock hanging in her face to be sucked before. Her smile and he voice saying ‘welcome’ brought me back to life. I entered her house and she made me sit on the sofa while she brought me something to eat. Her husband was in the office. I asked her about her 12 year old son and from the kitchen she told me that he had gone to his grandparents home for the whole vacations. This made me so happy that I wanted to fuck her right away in the kitchen but I knew that it could happen if she is not interested in me. So I decided to go with flow instead.