As she opened the door, I have got a nice fragrance. She was in a very nice yellow saree with a black sleeveless blouse.I could see the cleavage nicel..., which caused immediate boner. She welcomed me with a gentle courtesy hug. The first time, I felt the heaviness of her firm boobs. She was so glad for the wine. We sat at the table and started having the wine. She played some nice Malayalam songs, and the scene was so romantic.Both of us felt so much closeness. Guys, believe me, it is not about. Me, I knew my way around hints. Well, no, I sucked at them actually, but I knew that it was a loud and clear invitation, and I was more than ready to face the storm. I had no idea how true those words would ring. Dressing in my best clothes, a pair of pants and a t-shirt – I'm a struggling artist, keep your criticism to yourself – I bought a long stemmed red rose and drove to her place. My heart was floating in my chest with happiness. We would finally be able to continue from where we had. I learned that she is married, like me and has a kid too. I was surprised as she just didn’t look like a mother. So I complimented her,A: Garima, you don’t look your age or even a mother. Seriously!G: Even you don’t look like one. You look like a 30-year-old guy. Guess there are very few people like us.A: Maybe, but you are also very fit, physically. Do you work out?G: Hardly get time for it. But I catch up on some Yoga whenever I have the time.A: Great, I too practice Surya Namaskar.We got on. ”Jane and I spent the next 15 minutes sitting by her open window blowing marijuana smoke into the night sky. We get high together once or twice a month and usually enjoy the bonding of the secret forbidden ritual. While I was staring at the stars flickering through the leaves of a big maple tree my sister’s dildo was pressed against my gut, it was uncomfortable but the pressure of it got me to thinking of what she used it for and I started to get turned on. My mind drifted on clouds of pot.