She wasn’t tight but she was hot and the meat was soft. My eyes closed and my mouth locked with hers I began to stroke her slowly.I felt her hand mo...e between us. She was touching her breast but before long I felt her breast rubbing against my chest. No doubt it was a saggy breast but it was soft against my skin and the nipple was firm. Together we moaned for I don’t know how long before she whispered in my ear, “Hard. Fuck me harder.”The request was granted I began to pound her pussy faster. I pulled it on and it fitted perfectly. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Oh, man!Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits. It was all gone. All what was left was wanting him. She was trying to rid herself of that. He made her unlike herself, something she couldn’t bear. She was trying to shake him off, like malaria, fever and chills, cyclically feeling better and then much, much worse. He had turned to ice. And here they were, she had all the raw truths but couldn’t bear them. He was cauterized and wanting to taunt her. How much time had passed? Months. He’s infuriated by how strongly he feels about this woman. I like that very much. She wears only saree. She is about 32. One day I saw her and smiled at her. She did not smile. Every day I used to watch her. Somehow I want to talk to her.Later she started to smile at me. One day I was waiting for her near the bus stop where there is lot of rush. Even if we talk to ladies no body is going to watch. She came and I started to talk to her and I asked about her husband and she said he went with another lady. She asked me why am I watching her every day. I.