My second thought was fuck she's Sarah! Sarah was this perfectly formed woman, who to me was by any standard was way out my league. She had long dark ...air, slim and toned with long legs and the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. She was wearing this simple black dress that complimented her ample cleavage and showed plenty of leg with black heels. Her hair was tied into a ponytail which lay across one shoulder that made her look like a goddess as she walked over towards me. I could felt a lump. “It is hot. Shall we make it cool?” she asked. At this I embraced her and tried to explore her love box. But she was wearing a mundu and onnara (the inner wear like dhoti) and I could not remove it.At this she herself helped me remove it. Though it was dark, I could see her pussy in the pale light coming through the window. My aunt directed my hand to her juicy love box and asked me to rub it.As I rubbed it she got hot and pressed my dick. I was getting excited. At this she said, “Kutta... In any case, it is best you do not enquire into matters that do not concern you."Charlie Mason had a reputation for doing just that. Over the years he had stuck his nose into many a dark corner, and had lived to tell the tale. So, he wasn't about to be put off by an officious middle-aged park ranger in a funny-looking uniform.That night Charlie was back. The cottage loomed darkly under the full moon, unlit and empty. It was unlocked.The flickering beam of the penlight showed the same. ”“Tell about your boyfriends, you must of had hundreds of them.”I blush, “I’ve only had three real boyfriends. Two were back in Roquevaire. One was just a boy I knew in prep school. The other was someone much older, more my parent’s age. He took me to several sex clubs like the Whipping Post, except they were more a place to meet people and share experiences.” “What kinds of experiences Nicolette?”Her hand moves to my thigh, “we shared a bed with others, in a ménage à trois. He was married and.