This incident took place many days after the first story. After the fuck of my life, unfortunately my girlfriend had to go out of station and I was al... alone. I wish I could find a way to fuck anyone. In this process I felt I should go for a prostitute then felt that even that wouldn’t solve my problem. I am basically from Hyderabad and I love women who have just married or who have small kids. I feel they are the ones having perfect body to enjoy all night.Those were some boring days when I. She took off her work clothes and put on something she hadnt worn in years. She once again headed towards my room where I was asleep. As she stood in my doorway she looked into the room where I was sleeping; she was wearing black and red lace lingerie that fit her body perfectly bringing out her true perfection. She strode across the room heading towards me, leaning just in front to remove the blanket that covered me. She lightly pulled down my boxers trying not to wake me being as quiet and. To Marsha Bradford, this was frosting on the cake.She handled the convertible with easy confidence. The wind whipped her long blonde ponytail around, and she brushed a stray wisp of hair from her full lips. The morning sun warmed her face and body, pushing last night from her mind and like a kid out of school, she revelled in its' warmth.Impulsively, she opened the zippers that ran down the middle of her denim jacket and skirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. The racing wind hardened the nipples on. She kept the bottle on the table, I moved towards her to hug her, but she pushed me back which I fell on my bed. She closed the door and lit a cigarette and put one leg on my chest, her knee height night dress slip to her thigh and my goodness she wasn’t even wearing a panty and to my delight she had shaved her pussy. I could not remove my eyes from that shaven pussy when she blew smoke on my face and set straight to my face and started rubbing her pussy on my face. I hold her both thigh and.