Even fewer would consider bedding someone so ancient in this fast paced Chennai suburban. It didn’t help that she always wanted her lovers young. So...Miss Mala tended to spend her nights at home, alone, masturbating to phantom lovers. Such was the case tonight. Wednesday the first rain touched down at Chennai highlighting the start of NE Monsoon setting in this day the 24th Sep 2008. She stood in her bedroom and gazed out of the window. As predicted, there was persistent medium drizzle of rain. I couldn't see Ryan's face.. and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. He had been friends with my sister for as long as I could remember. A couple of years ago, Lori told mom that they were dating. Unfortunately, mom didn't take notice as she was too consumed with the recent death of my father. In the two years after he had died, Lori attempted suicide twice. I genuinely believed that Ryan helped her cope with the loss. The struggle had brought them closer together, and her and my mom farther. As it slid up into the dark delight of her hidden sanctum there was a quiet slurping sound and they both relaxed and sighed in unison as their bodily connection was finally made.They now began to move and breathe together in a slow, synchronised rhythm that had marked the passing of generations since time began, and the swirling sexual sensations grew stronger and deeper in them both. She was starting to breathe more heavily now as the waves of pleasure began surging more and more strongly up. . She was so hairy! Probably women of her generation weren’t used to shave… Or maybe nobody was around to do that for… So, ALL the hair was wet! With all my might I pushed my dick into her moist vagina. She moaned and came again!.. Incredible! I thought of other ways to excruciate her for banal fucking wasn’t appropriate here…I pulled my wet cock out and began penetrating her anus.- No, no.. Not there… It hurts… - She was bewailing.- Stop it! Remember the belt?!- No! Oh!.. No! – And her butt.