Her arms round my neck, my hands migrated to her bottom. Her delightfully round, firm, feminine bottom, and slid under the waistband of her panties.Sh... broke the kiss. “Push them down, Steve.”The action of doing that, as her panties hit the floor and she stepped out of them, placed my nose right by her ... clean shaved ... pussy. From whence emanated the most enticing aroma. “My God, Dora! You smell gorgeous!”“Really?” She didn’t sound convinced.As it happened, while I’d read about eating pussy. I said “Ok I will drop u.” She sat behind me on my bike. And in our short journey her big boobs were crushing my back and I was enjoying this. After we reached her home she asked me to come inside her bungalow and take a coffee. I thought this is an opportunity and I followed her. She asked me seat on the sofa and she went in kitchen. After few minutes she came back with the two cups of coffee. Now we were discussing about our personal life. She said that her husband works in a bank at Mumbai. I suppose. Maybe minimize wonderment about what might be going on in this house. Not that it so much matters what anyone wonders.”“I don’t think I should depend on you for my spending money. And I certainly shouldn’t have to feel like your prisoner. Unless you intended all along to make me your prisoner. Did you? Uncle Charlie?”Whatever I replied is forever lost to the most trivial footnotes of history. I did give her a tickle in her ribs which sparked her own wily fingers to go to spots she. Without hesitation, I did.When I was stripped down to only my glasses and my striped knee sock, he led me to the “comfy-flop” chair. He propped me up so that both feet were planted on the arms, and I maintained my balance with my hands on the chair-back. I was a brown, horny crab suspended over our favorite chair.My ass and neatly-shaved pussy was wet, willing and wide open for him to do whatever he wanted. He left me there, waiting, while he walked over and picked up his smart-phone.Omigod!.