She had never, ever, thought of women in this way. She had a few bi-sexual friends, but the thought of being with another woman had never interested h...r, until this very moment.Her mind raced; she had always masturbated to the thoughts of naked men, with gorgeous bodies and hard cocks; chiseled men that would be hers. Bhoomika’s body was now painted in her mind. It was a picture she couldn’t erase, and she didn’t want to. Her senses were coming alive; she could smell the faint aroma of sweat on. The next day I start to enquire with the watchman about her, her family and her husband, I came to know that she was married at the young age and her husband normally drinks and come at late nights, in this one month I didn't care to notice that, I have spoken to him rarely, so I thought to get acquainted with him to know more about him, that evening I saw her husband walking on the garden so I went to him and greeted him and asked few doubts in import and export that I have plan to export few. You are simply beyond any imagination.' I helped her moved up on the bed. She reached for my throbbing manhood. 'I better give you your present.' 'Only if you are not too tired Grandma. We can rest a while first.' 'Why don't you slip your big guy in slowly so I can get used to him first.' Having the green light, the big guy throbbed madly in joy. I spread those swollen lips and rubbed my steel rod up and down her slit for her cream to fully lubricate before slipping the fat purple head in. She. ‘You my dear lady are a saint.’ ‘It’s no inconvenience,’ she assured him. ‘No, you are nothing short of a saint,’ he breathed, while slowly walking to her horse with his arm around her neck. ‘A stupid saint.’ At that, she froze and felt a sharp object, most likely a knife, jutting her in the back. Miraculously, her young crippled traveler was healed, as he seemed to be standing just fine. With a loud whistle, another man materialized from the snow-covered trees and tried to grab Walking.