We drove about twenty minutes out of town when we came across this very old house on a hill. It had a “For Sale” sign in front of it the sign had ... phone number on it. Since our cell phones still had a strong signal, we called the phone number. We thought we would just get a recording, but a woman answered. She lived near by and said if we waited five minutes, she would show us the house. Soon she arrived and showed the house to us. The house had been up for sale for many, many years because. As they laid next to each other, they enjoyed the small sounds that they could hear. He put a hand upon her breast and began to squeeze them and play with her nipples, which caused her to start grinding her rear against his genitals that began to cause his penis to become hard again. She lifted her leg and he inserted himself into her ever so slowly. When he was finally fully in her, they began to work in rhythm like they had been lovers for many years. They rolled so that she was first on her. He held her for a few moments and then raised her head with a finger under her chin. He kissed her very gently."Yes," he whispered. "Yes, my precious, little funny."He kissed her again still gently but at length. Very gently, almost hesitantly his tongue touched her lips. Hers responded equally gently. He released her and she wriggled her arms free and flung them round his neck pulling herself to him. His arms tightened around her and they stayed like that for some while.Finally Christopher. In reading this story as it is actually not just a sex story.It is more of persons & their behaviours & relations .This story actually happened with one of my friends while we were working in Delhi & I am narrating his story .We were a bunch of friends working in Hotel Centur , Delhi . All of us are either bachelors or forced bachelors .We used to work in shifts & were staying together. Company had provided us a hostel, well actually it was not a hostel, it was Maharaja’s palace & the name was.