I was hungry.There was a neighbor living next door on the same floor with us, he was my husband’s friend and colleague. His name was David. He was m...rried, but his wife was a frigid woman and she never cared sex much; she was also thin as stick and had a pale awkward body. I used to make fun of her boobs (actually she had a flat breast) when we ever talked, but she used to tease me for my big sized boobs.Once, David’s wife was away, she was to see her mother living in Ohio, so he left home. . oops. Hope to hear from you soon, bye."Well, why not, I thought. It beats being bored and horny, though admittedly not by much. I gathered my tools and popped them into the car and drove down to the Church Hall. The place looked deserted, but there was a car parked there and I decided to knock at the door I'd gone in through the previous day. I'd just about decided to head back to the car when the door opened and one of the supervisor ladies I'd met the previous day looked out at me."Hi," I. So the next day in the morning, mom told me to give the bowl back to the neighbor. My mom had stuffed some sweets made by herself. We never return anything empty. It’s our culture. So I was in my shorts and wearing a white t-shirt. I knocked on the door. Nobody answered.I couldn’t see anyone from outside. I realized everyone must have gone to the nearby temple, as they do every single morning. But since the inner door was open, I thought someone must be inside, and I rang the bell. And as I was. I grab myself and guide my head to her heat, my member anticipating what’s about to happen. Every moment between us has been unreal, as if I walked into a dream the moment I returned to my room. Though I still know not who she is, nor can I see her face, I am in love with everything she does. We fit together perfectly, her petite, hourglass figure just the right size for my large grip. We were made for this.I push into her, and just the head stretches her around me, both of us roughly.