Kissed her cunt deeply. French kissed her cunt. Worshiped her cunt. For sure, she would remember me. My cock begged for release. I felt the jackhamme... throbbing from my ass to my skull. I lifted my head. I was seeing stars from the lack of oxygen. She was wide open, her back flat on the seat of the soaked leather chair. She kept her hands on her thighs, she wasn’t yet satisfied. “Kiss me more,” she moaned. No problem. I puckered up and moved in on her. My mouth was nearly there. I felt her. Than I greeted her back and started chatting to her. She told me that she is around 32, fair in color. We started chatting with each other through mails daily. Later I come to know that she was a divorced lady ditched by the person whom she loved the most……..We started chatting on a regular basis. We become too frank and outspoken to each other….One day she asked my number .I trusted her blindly and gave her my number .Then we started talking on phone . We were attached so close to each other. ” I said nothing to hide.“Well you’re starting to get a boner again.”She was right. I was at about 50% at that point.“Well,” I said, “Not much I can do about that.”We stopped at a large flat boulder and sat down on it. As I sat my cock went straight up in the air.“Wow,” she said looking at it, “You officially have a boner!”“Like I said, not much I can do about it.”“Well,” she said, “Looks like we might be here a while. You can jerk off if you want. I mean, it doesn’t look like that thing’s. And apparently she agreed and her parents gave me her number to contact her for any help.So one day, before leaving, I called her to inform that I will be leaving the next day. She sounded a bit sexy in her voice. I had never seen her face closely as when she was in Bangalore, she used to usually wear a Burqa (my neighbors are Muslims). That was a few years back. I had not even started my engineering when she was in Bangalore. She used to visit Bangalore now and then but I had never seen her.