Another was in a wrap- around sari, while yet another wore tight pants that perhaps were made by stitching together a number of doormats. Seated direc...ly ahead of me in a group of about half a dozen weirdoes was Radha, and as it happened every time I looked at her, my heart skipped. (Something else skipped to, and I leave it to your imagination to know what did).Dilip was 49 and Radha, 36. And as the years rolled on, the difference in their ages was getting (and looking) more pronounced. It was. She opened my zip and pushed her hand inside my pants. My cock was still struggling inside my underwear. She rubbed her hand on it and my cock started popping out of my underwear.I kissed her a little strong this time sucking her tongue and pushed my hand inside her robe. I was waiting for this. My hand held her saggy huge boobs and her nipples were already hard. I rubbed my palm on her big nipples and as I started squeezing them she removed her hand from my pants and fell on my body. I wanted them wrapped around my penis--which is almost word-for-word what I said to him when I arrived at the meeting place we had arranged only an hour prior; the dimly-lit lavatory building of an unfrequented public park.He told me that he expected some payment, “with interest,” at a later date, as he undid my trousers with hands which were uncomfortably large, yet so finely decorated.My cock was already fully engorged by the time he freed it--it seemed, actually, to be larger than it had. She woke me up by putting slices of green apple in my mouth. We had a light breakfast and dozed in and out a bit as the sun came up. We spent many mornings just like this; napping, holding each other and exploring each other’s bodies. I slipped away to the restroom as the sun was first peaking into the window and tried not to wake her up if she was sleeping. When I returned to bed, she rolled over to me and put her head on my chest and started rubbing my chest and eventually had her hand in.