Maybe, they called her cat woman because she fed stray cats and a cat or two always lingered by her back doorstep meowing for her attention and affect...on, hoping for some food, too. Her name was Jenna Charles. Ever since her long-time lover and companion, Ruth Charles, died of breast cancer three years ago, she lived alone on Beacon Street, near the corner of Charles Street, in the house that Ruth’s grandfather, Ulysses Charles, a retired and successful, black banker, built more than 100 years. She carried on making tea, while I lifted up her mexxy dress slowly. I saw her butt for the first time.It was large, but strong. I dropped my pants and rubbed my cock on her butt crease. I reached under her mexxy and held both her tits and started to massage them. She stopped what she was doing and put her hands palm down on the work table top and started to breathe deeply. “Haraideo abar.” (Put it in again) she said muffled as she buried her face into her shoulder. At this my cock stiffened. Her routine still called for a five kilometer run early in the morning and she always followed that up with her exercise routines. She no longer did them at the school because she had graduated and was only keeping it up because of the possibility of actually making the Olympic team for one of the gymnast events. Danny was her mom's ex-boyfriend but he had initiated her into the adult world of sex when she had turned eighteen. She wasn't all that keen on sex but she knew it was good for her. She was looking like a Punjabi girl. She had a cute smile, and the lust was visible from her eyes. My eyes couldn’t move away from her fleshy boobs, which she noticed and gave a shy smile.We ordered cocktails and snacks. All three of us started talking about our life’s wild parts. The talks moved to the topic of our first sex experience. Ananya revealed that her first sex was during her degree first year with her classmate.Ananya and her classmate fucked in the classroom with their friends.