I tilted my hips forward involuntarily, trying to get my bald pussy asclose to her cunt as I could.I was thinking back to the first time she'd changed...me. She had told mehow she enjoyed girls, and then we'd had sex all night long. Iremembered her tongue sliding over my clit as she fingered my pussy. Icould still feel her straddling my head as we licked each other'sclits, and my hand reaching up to grab her ass and pull her pussy downonto my face.I was brought back to the moment when she slid. And he wasn't exactly shy either but he never knew what to talk about since all the girls he took a liking to usually was just to c***dish for his tastes. He was studying to become an architect since he had always loved to build and create and with his father being a construction supervisor it seemed only natural but that didn't exactly scream stud.In the end it was easier not to try too much and just stick to his friends. And if he ever needed a woman's opinion on something he could always. You wore him out last night."“I did? I loved our middle-of-the-night sex. It’s so good that way. All of my senses are so aroused that anyone could be fucking me and I’d love it. But I’m glad it was you.”“Me too. You were like a horny a****l.”“I was, wasn’t I? That’s the way I felt.”I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, pushed the hair away from her face, and said, "You are so gorgeous in the morning."“Aww,” she said and kissed me. “Compliments like that will get you laid.”"Oh really," I. She has three sisters and a brother. Brother is third and Laila is fourth. Laila is 47, very fair, a little fleshy. She is very beautiful, with large boobs. Her flock of curly hair makes her all the more sexy. She lives with her husband, a daughter and son, about 500m from my house. Her husband is also a professor in a different college.I have regular sex relations with Laila. We meet at least once a week. It is a regular affair, with the same routine, just like sex between a husband and wife..