”He told” no maasi…I don’t like all these silly girls…they r so stupid and immature.”Now he was looking at me from top to bottom and stari...g at my boobs. I asked “what type of girls u like then”He told, “I like matured girls…who have understanding and r not stupid…but problem is that all such girls r married”I asked, “Did u like someone”He said” yes…I liked a didi near my house…she was very nice but got married…I also like one more. She is very beautiful…but she is already married.”I asked who. Staying in close tothe buildings she eased from storefront to storefront.Seeing no movement or any other sign that anyone was aroundshe began retracing her path to her truck stopping at aboutique that had the most beautiful dress in the window.The door was locked but then again she imagined that mostof then would be so she pulled the tire tool from her beltand repeated the process of which she had entered thesporting goods store. Once inside she made a quick circuitof the store to make sure. They sat in silence for a moment."You know what I keep thinking?" she said. "About ancient Athens. The first democracy, when the citizens all got together and started making their own decisions by vote instead of taking orders from some leader or chief or tyrant or whatever. No mediators, no elected representatives, nobody in the way, just each citizen with an equal voice. It wasn't really thinking together the way they do it, of course, but it was as close as we 'singles' can ever get." Then. " I aim to please, ma'am."She now said "I can't stand the suspense; I want you in me, NOW. And it’s OK for you to cum in me."I moved in position and she grabbed my dick to line it up. As it touched the love tunnel, she up-thrust and I pushed it in. Because she was so wet, it went all the way in, balls to the wall and she screeched and said "That's what I want. Do me." She was meeting my stokes by pushing up to me. To me this was sex at its best. We went at it for 2 more of her orgasms and I had.