She said “I don’t have a sex life as my husband is an alcoholic”. I felt a bit sad then.The next day She calls me at 3 in the afternoon and we s...art talking random stuff. Post all the haywire talks she asks if we could go out for sometime today, to which I said yes and I take her for a ride down to local places in pune.She starts feeling really comfy and sticks to me rather closely. I feel awesome at this moment and I have a hard on then and there. Lately, we ride down to her house. I stop at. She was six. The same age he was when his parents divorced. But he couldn't do it because he promised, himself and his kid and his wife and the god he didn't believe in. None of this made sense so I asked him if it was something else, something bigger like he must love her. But he didn't know. He loved her once and she loved him but now they have separate bedrooms and they prefer it that way. They need their own space. Except once every eight weeks, more often than a real blue moon but that's. ’ Lucinda shrugged her slender shoulders with a kind of carefree manner that was contagious in its own way, her blue eyes twinkling a bit as they danced. ‘Arrangements are made and arrangements are broken for various reasons. One never quite knows what is in store when determination sets in …’ Then she offered an encouraging smile to the handsome young man before glancing back to Juliana as she held her drunken dance partner as far away as possible. ‘T’would be a shame to see a beautiful girl. I know if I keep this up, especially if I tease my clit, I might want to straddle you.Then my dream plays in my mind, taking your beautifully thick hard cock into my mouth, making you cum rather quickly. I just recall that your huge, hot cum load had nearly made me gag, in a very good way.I pull my hand away and hold it up, glistening with my clear juices, still grinning. Deftly, but as to not wake you up yet, I carefully slide my hand around your cock, semi-erect. My coated fingers are gently.