Do you love me, Dory? Do you love me?’ She began to cry. She fell in a heap on the floor. I dropped down next to her. I guess she didn’t love me. ... guess she couldn’t pretend any longer. I put my hand on her heaving back. I knew at that moment that I loved her. The realization filled me with sadness – that I loved this wonderful, strange creature who couldn’t bear to let me down but who couldn’t tell me the truth. ‘I understand,’ I said gently. She cried harder. This wasn’t easy. I could see. We got into some light conversation usual stuff weather and such.The lady was dressed in what was to find out later tights. Three quarter length skirt a blouse of light pink cotton a jacket black and business like black heeled shoes which I found so lovely. I would end up kissing these shoes. For helping this woman I was invited to a café for a rewarding cuppa. We talked finding we had similar interests in the arts and reading. One thing led to another as the saying goes. And the lady invited. Mein joo bhi liktaa hun sach hi likhta hun . so come to my storyMaine jub un teeno ko reply kiya to tino mein se ek ka bhi call nahi aaya . mein udaas hoo gaya ki sub bakwaas he koi bhi kisi ko contact nahi karta but after 15 to 20 days ek call aaya . Her name is Savita . her age is 36 years she is also from Delhi hum dono ki baat cheet start hui hum loog phone pe hi baat cheet karne lage thode din ese hi chala uska ek bata tha 12 year old she is Punjaabi uske hubby ka export ka business tha. He breaks from our kiss to pull his shirt over his head and then he unzipped his jeans and pulls them off revealing his boxers theres a very obvious tent in them. He does the same to me, then I reach over and slide my hand under the waistband of his boxers and grab his rock hard cock.“Can I suck off you, please.” he asks me, I nod and he pulls my boxers down to my ankles releasing my throbbing near 7 inch cock. Starting with the head of my cock he slowly licks up and down the shaft making me.