I make only 1 good edge in the bus before I was on the terminus. Too bad ... but very excited.So ... my plan was to go to the lake. It was a 2.5km way... and return, and I've only 45 min. So I need to speed.It's the night now, but the way are illuminated.I choose to make jogging. The balls works hard and this time, I'm very excited.At middle of way, I stop, turn on a hidden place, and rub my pussy to edge. I restart walking, then jogging ... I arrived in 15 min.At he lake, they are just some. Akhtar was 45 years old muscular, and very well built 6’2” tall Muslim goon. Maya was a 35-year-old lady whose husband died 2 years ago. Ever since then, she had not had any man touch her. Losing her husband so early didn’t do any good to her.Maya was at an age when her body demanded sex the most. Her body demanded a long thick cock, but she never thought she would get one. She often played with herself when she felt horny. Never in her wildest dream, Maya thought she would caress a Muslim. My mind totally got block, I just lifted her to shower, and made her stand near the corner, while lifting here, I just pressed her boobs harder. Now I opened the shower made her wet and I was kissing deeply my other hand pressing her boobs.. I am big lover of boobs. she was enjoying, the way I started. after around minutes of Kiss, we both we wet, wen I saw her in wet condition Oh My god, No words to express, she was just looking like a sex goddess(just imagine a gal in Saree in wet condition. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut's mind and body work. In one of those sessions, she described her need to be "broken once in a while in order to stay sane." That discussion led to this story. Although the story itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her story. "Except," she added, "my Kevin is named Karen." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended.