‘Oh God,’ he choked out. The head of his cock bumped against my core then, hot and urgent, and I released my grip on him to grab a handful of the ...heets. ‘Ohhh,’ I groaned, as his tip parted my center and moved slowly inward. It seemed like he was trying to go gently and take his time but I just couldn’t take it – I was dripping with need and I thrust upward onto him, feeling his cock slide fully into me. I cried out then, overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness, and he gasped and then we were. I had really defeated her and she was now giving in freely to anything I did to her. This really opened up many more possibilities. The things I had wanted to do now seemed tamed to what I might get away with. I went to the bar in my living room and made us some drinks. I made my ex's very strong and mine very weak. We sat around and drank for about three hours. We watched TV and I kept filling her glass as soon as it got half way full. I think my EX was trying to get drunk to just make things. “Two,” she said.“Oh.” I actually felt relieved. I had expected her to say four or five. I knew there must be a hundred guys who hoped to get with her that way. “Wait. I thought you were on the pill.”“I am,” she said. “But I don’t take chances. Except with you.”“Oh,” I said. I was still having trouble processing the idea of other guys ... with her.“Are you mad?”“I’m not allowed to be mad,” I said.“You’re allowed to feel however you feel, Bobby,” she said.“I know,” I said. “I just don’t like. But such sites are always loaded with horny guys and I was not getting a catch. Then I found a guy who said he was 40 years old and would like to chat with me.I thought he was a gay but he assured me he wasn’t. After some decent talk, he asked me had I ever fucked a milf? I replied negatively but told that I would love to do it. Then he asked me to meet him. Since we both were from Pune, we decided to meet at Vaishali on Sunday. The day came and I was waiting in front of the hotel. The problem.