Vidhya: Hi, I am Vidhya, is this Siddharth’s number?Me: Yeah, it’s me. Aman had told me about you. Are you okay with staying with us?Vidhya: Yeah,...absolutely fine. I am reaching Thursday afternoon and will leave on Saturday afternoon. Is that fine?Me:Yeah, perfect. I’ll pick you from the railway station.Vidhya: Yeah, thank you. Will see you.Then she gave me her train details. I gave her my address too. Mine was a nice flat without any restrictions nearby the campus and she knew it too.Thursday. It was ready to jump out of my inner. I inserted one finger. It was warm inside and I started exploring the clitoris. I rubbed it and was kissing by pressing boob with one hand. She was moaning.The pussy was completely wet now and was oozing juices. I lifted her nighty completely and threw it aside and made her lie on the cot. The cots in the village are high compared to the one in the city. It was at the right height when I spread her legs and folded her knees.I saw her shaven pussy with. Running my hands over her hips and arse had me hard as a rock, and squeezing her breasts and fondling her nipples would have me leaking pre-cum. She was always the only woman who could do this, right up to the time when my dick would no longer perform unaided.Over the years more of my pleasures were denied to me. She didn't like having her breasts fondled. Stimulating her pussy was out unless she was "very relaxed". Morning sex was out because she didn't like it, then as years went by it was. “But you have thought aboutit haven’t you?” She didn’t wait on my answer. “There’snothing like having a hard black cock in your pussy.Ike isn’t the only black man I fuck. I’ve never met ablack cock I didn’t like,” she laughed again.“Actually, I never met a cock of any color I didn’tlike. However, black is my color of choice. Ike isprobably my favorite. He can fuck forever.” I knew my face was bright red. I wanted to.