Rusting stains dripped down the buildings while creeping vines crawled up them. Faded signs adorned them, proclaiming stores and restaurants that had ...ong been abandoned.I cast my gaze, looking for the woman."I'm hurt! Someone! Anyone! I need help!" sobbed the woman.I spotted her down an alley. She was at the next block over, lying in the middle of the street clutching her injured leg. She was young, her hair blonde. Her cries for help tore at me. I ran towards her."She's over here!" I. I could feel it vibrating. She had it on really low Well now I am fully awake and horny as hell. I looked back down at her kissing and using the point of her tongue to lick the underside of my dick head. She grabbed my cock again and stroked really slow from the base all the way up. My dick let out a big drop of pre cumm to which she immediately pressed her lips into. She gave it a soft sweet peck and slowly moved her head back. There was a long 8 inch string of pre cumm from my dick head. White-washing the cottage exterior and painting the windows was a thankless task in the oppressive July heat. What it took in effort, it gave back by tanning my body to a healthy biscuit glow.This was how I first met Anne-Pierre. I remembered that first encounter with vivid clarity and played it back in my mind many times. I could feel her stare on the back of my head. She watched me paint; I was shirtless and only in shorts. Standing there at the wizened gate, she stared at me motionless.Her. I blushed and told her that even her breast are big and super soft. She said, “Awwwww” and kissed me on my cheek, very close to my lips. I was shocked as I had never been so close to a woman.We settled down in that compartment and she started complaining about India’s climate being very hot and humid. She told me that she feels like removing her kurta. I told her that it’s not a good idea but then she told me that the door has been locked from inside. I had no answer to this and she removed her.