I considered eloping.What we did not talk about were my ideas for my fairy tale. I realized the reason was I hadn't thought about it.There is a proces... women follow to plan for the "most important day of my life." It starts in childhood, but does not reach the detail level until we become aware it is a possibility. After all, you don't even know who he is going to be.You've been dating him for a while and at some point you realize he will make an acceptable husband, maybe even better.He hasn't. Steve was groping me as I spoke. Obviously as a guy he was not going to say no to a young girl who wants to fuck him. Here he was, a married man, with his sons girlfriend wanting to be fucked by him. I put my hands on his crotch and felt a hard cock. I stroked it through his slacks. Steve moaned at the touch. I pulled his slack and boxer down to see a big cock. Mmmm he must have been the thickest cock I had seen till then. I bent forward and kissed it and licked the head. I tasted precum. I. I was just about to leave when the door bell rung. I packed the last few bits away and went down stairs to see who it was. On opening the door I was surprised to see Maggie my late mothers friend leaning against the wall outside, "I saw your car, can I come in and sit down for a bit" she said, "of course" I said "I'll make us a cuppa".Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother had mentioned. BAHUT DARD HOGA….TUM MIJHEY MAARDOOGEY…PLEASE BABU”But Babu won’t agree … he said“Baas shuru mein thodi taklif hoti hai…ek bar lund andar ghus gaya…tau thumain tumahein herr khooshi milljaygi”Saying this….he again started working on me….. smooching me hard…. licking my thighs….fondling my chest and biting my nipples….. then he stopped and placed both of my legs on his broad shoulders …..he parted both of my legs to the maximum comfortable position…. so as to get a very clear view of my anal.