Please cancel my appointment with Mr. Solomin." She put down the phone and heard a buzzing outside her window. She walked over to the window to see wh...t the noise was. She looked down and saw one of the young men that did lawn maintenance for the condo was right below her window trimming her hedges. Suddenly, as if summoned from above, he pushed back his hat and looked up at her. There she was in the window; her full cascade of red hair falling over her shoulders, almost grazing her. Her waistline is great with curves and curls and flesh at right places. Her feet are like a dove , thighs are so shapely like a banana tree trunk can even shake god’s heart. Her c…… is so juicy and the scent of her cunt is tempting and she has a miniature cunt with rosy cunt lips neatly shaven even an iron hearted men would lose his heartbeat.The incident runs like this my facebook friend named rucha and me regularly talk on facebook messenger. We talk about all the things in the world. I am a. Giving pleasure is an art and everyone won’t have that.So this widow lady’s name will be changed in the story as she doesn’t want to reveal true identity. She had asked me to name her as Riya. So after mailing for one whole month. She was ready to meet. She mentioned a café in her office locality. She was hiding her identity as a man until I met her in the café.Once I reached the café I was searching for the described dress code mentioned in the mail. I couldn’t find that dress in any men. The Harley growled again. Louder.“Keep it in your pants,” muttered Snake, brushing out the flowing ponytail that had replaced yesterday’s braid. She knotted her tee shirt high above the low-riding cutoff jeans and zipped her boots. A final check in the mirror confirmed Claudia would trot her prim ass off to confession after this, and no doubt the story of her sin would make some priest a vicariously satisfied man.Snake slung her bag over her shoulder, closed her eyes, and counted off sixty.