As I got older, my goal was to find a woman like Aunt Lucy. She always took an interest with the women I was dating and would offer her feedback to me...on what she thought. She always lent great advice. But I never found quite the right one. I even though I was 30, still single, and felt I was running out of time, but I would not settle for anything less. No one really heard from Lucy after the funeral. My mom would make comments, saying that everyone she knew said the same thing. All of her. One day as Ilistened to the station they asked for volunteers to help plan programmes or possible even be an occasional dj though the regular record locks were professionals. I knew one of my colleagues Tom Bradshaw helped out from time to time and he had a car and was only too happy to give me a lift from base to the station. The first morning I arrived my colleague showed me around and then left me in the company of one of the most stunning blonde females I,d ever seen up till then. “Hi I,m. We had never seen each other naked and he seemed a bit shy. He stood at the shower head across from me. I couldn't wait to get a look at what he was hiding behind his towel. He went out of his way to deny me. I didn't want to freak him out, but I was getting a look one way or another. So I walked over to the shower next to him to talk "team tactics" for later. He seemed awkward at first but after a few minutes he got in to our discussion allowing me the chance to begin my study of his cock. It. Then I realized it must be Ayesha, I completely forgot about her.When I opened the door, she was looking stunning in a yellow saree with sleeveless tops. I took her inside the second bedroom. She was horny too, she started to kiss me, and suddenly she heard Shreya moaning. She asked me what was going on I told her to look for herself.When she opened the door, she was shocked to see Suresh and Mark fucking Shreya and Dean was stroking his cock. Before she could come back to her senses, I dropped.