She had washed off the little bit of makeup she normally wore leaving her with a pale, transparent look. But despite all that, Peter thought, she is b...autiful, strong, sensual, and impossibly out of my reach."I mentioned my past earlier this evening, remember?" she asked, speaking quietly and looking at the whisky she swirled slowly in her glass."When you talked about not having a choice when you were younger?" Yes. There was a time when I was basically at the mercy of an older man. He used me,. I felt her hand on my head, her fingers running through my blonde hair, caressing me as though she was bringing me down - which of course was exactly what she was doing.Then without warning, her finger touched the tip of my clit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tap, tap, tap went her finger slowly but surely bringing back my orgasm. She continued to kiss me and stroke my hair as she slowly, and lightly, tapped my clit.I clenched my pussy with each tap as she continued to torment me and my pussy. I could feel. ”I don’t want to miss that opportunity.So I started to fuck her from behind. Slowly somehow we went into a different dimension. I only thought about fucking her. She started moan loudly and said I can no longer control my moans. I asked her to turn other way and fucked her from the front. When she started moaning, I would kiss her and close her lips with mine.When I was kissing her we let our tongues battle with each other. Our saliva exchanged with each other. More than all we exchanged our. She had come in her car and so we she drove me home after vacating the room. I had been to her flat earlier when I was in Mumbai. It is a cute two bedroom flat with all amenities.The house was well furnished, since her hubby was a businessman and they had to maintain a level in their society. I sat on the big sofa (a real huge cushiony couch) in the living room and she sat near me. “So”, she said “I am happy that you are there with me”. “I never expected this Swarna” I told her. She put her.