He moves his hands and brushes away the hair that has now fallen into my eyes. His touch soft yet confident I take him in with my stare, his long blac... jacket hanging heavy from the weight of the rain, hair plastered against his chiseled face. His black denim jeans patchy from walking through the weather, his dark grey boots soaked. This dark haired, green eyed stranger before me has sought me out. Through my sadness a small smile tugs at my lips. Dropping my legs, I lean back he bends over. Bill would be excited and start by kissing hertoes and massaging her feet before he would slowly kiss his way up hercalves and behind her knees and inner thighs. Slowly he would tease herwith intense foreplay by toying with her mind. He would make her thinkhe was going to dive right in with his tongue but he would make a lightbrush up against her pussy and then kiss her navel. She would play withher nipples until his lips arrived from the work below and she wouldmelt as she felt him suck. ” He jerked my hands to him causing my breasts to bounce. “Tell me you will do anything for my cock, that you only want this cock. I know you do, you’re too fucking easy.” He slapped my tits before pulling my head back to look him in the eyes. He ran his tongue over my lips, “fucking say it.” Just then I realized that I was in the bathroom. That I had put down my suitcase and I had walked all the way to the bathroom. I was standing, staring at the sink. This man had ruined me. I went from the. Anyway, this happened with my neighbour aunty, Mrs. Bhatia (name changed) when she was 30. She was the second wife of Mr Bhatia. Mr. Bhatia’s first wife expired and he got married again at 40. My friends teased at his back saying why this old man needs a woman now. The reason to tease was aunty was damn sexy and damn hot. Nice curvy figure (might be into yoga and all), big boobs and a nice shapely ass. She used to wear tight dresses and had a habit of drying her hair twice or thrice a week in.