None of us were college graduates. All of us were about the same age, well, except for Cecilia. And all of us liked the food. Well, and it was the Wat...rbury.The party was good, and when I took them all home, I discovered that Anna was staying there too; she hadn’t been just visiting.Lea walked me out to my car, and we talked for some time leaning against its newly washed surface. We made a date for the following Thursday evening. It would be just the two of us this time.“Well, whaddya think?”. Once again I wrapped my fist around my hard cock, this time feeling the scalding spew ooze between my fingers and coat my meat with slipperiness. I jacked hard and fast as Andy continued to rain his load on my hand and whatever portions of my swollen shaft that were exposed during the strokes. As Andy’s spurts reduced to a few lingering drops, I felt my balls begin to boil with my impending orgasm. I held out until my friend appeared relatively composed and reluctantly dropped my hand from my. She clearly was not satisfied with her sex life.We both sensed a small tensed situation.I just looked into her, she was looking at me, I tried to move closer to her. She moved away a bit.I was afraid to make a move. So I didn’t attempt anything that day.Next day evening, I was waiting for her on the stairs, “oh my” she was looking so amazing, she was wearing a saree as they had ethnic wear in her office.She was wearing a white Kerala saree, low waist.We both smiled at each other.“You look. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in “acceptably close” time-frames. She keeps me young, I chip-in with the recalled images and experiences of having lived through the fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties…earlier, if the truth be known - though not quite, as a few have cruelly suggested, back to the days of Caesar Augustus. Now I realize that most of you have come here to read a sex story and indeed sex is a shared activity perpetuated.