A stalwart. A pillar. A mainstay. Hell, think up your own clichéd word for it.In the middle of our road trip, in the Coliseum in Oakland, I spotted M...ria Warren talking to Paul in the hallway leading from the locker room to the field. She recognized me when I walked by and said "Hi, Alex!" Hello, Maria," I said, glancing at Paul before I kept walking.What was she doing in Oakland? God, she was beautiful!Remember, I told myself. Remember! She's a beautiful white girl. Worse, the white girl's. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several months. His touch was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent time together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with you."Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several. After hearing her age my sexual arousal hit the new high. I always had a fantasy of having wild sex with 50 plus older women. Days are passing by and my sexual arousal hitting new peaks every day.As we were comfortable with each other I started moving in the house freely. Earlier I used to wear pants whenever she was in the house. But then I started wearing boxers. I wanted to make her attracted to me and enter into my sexual fantasy. I started moving in the house without a shirt.I could do it. It's a long flight home."Abby was soon dozing in one of the overstuffed chairs of the luxury jet. Naina was far too excited and nervous to sleep. She just stared out the window as the land and sea far below passed rapidly.As they flew into darkness, it seemed to Naina like it had been such a short time in the air. When she felt the plane nose down slightly and heard theengines noise grow slightly quieter. She woke Abby.The drowsy woman asked, "What's wrong, Naina?" I am not sure." Naina then.