I had never fucked a lady or girl with that big ass.She came in afternoon by 12. A knock on door and I opened the same. She had wore that blue chiffon...saree which she had on during our 1st meeting. I made her in, she started seeing room very curiously. She been through all rooms though it was 2 bedroom apartment. Our topic started with room cleanliness and other house hold stuffs. She moved to kitchen to see things.She was looking so sexy that I instantly grab her from her waist. And started. Looks like she’s pregnant too. Then the searing pain in my chest and leg. Please, God, make the pain stop. I had blood in my eyes. Someone got in the right side of the car and put a pad on my head where I was bleeding. They were saying, Don’t move, Lady. We will get you out. Let us do the work. What’s your name? I had to think ... I said, Mar ... Marsha. Marsha DiMarco, for the time being, I thought. Through the blood, I could see flashing lights and the sound of a machine. They were cutting. I mean ok, the dress was maybe a trifle short for someone my age but my legs were still good I knew, and it did have a nicely cut low top to show off my boobs to best effect. When you are only a 34B you make the best of what little you have."What, this?" I said, trying to regain some composure. "You must have seen me in it before, surely?" No," he stated, "I am sure I would have remembered something that sexy." If you think she looks sexy in it, you should see her when it comes off," Dave told. The thick white robe was comforting, but also disturbing in a way. It made this feel like less of a dream, more real. The girl with the almost orange hair was still there. Only now I recognized her. "Hello, Bridget." My soft voice seemed to go with the face. I turned my head back and forth, giving Bridget a good luck. As far as I could tell, there was no makeup on my new face. Bridget was showing more freckles than I remembered from any movie. Still amazingly cute. I don't think anyone.