She came and sat next to me, turning towards me said, “I hope I am not troubling you, Sir.”“Please don’t call me Sir. I am Rajesh by the way,�...�“Thanks, Rajesh, I am Mamatha,”“What does your husband do, Mamatha?”Mamatha’s face fell when I asked about her husband and was almost in tears. Wiping her tears she replied, “He is no more. He passed away 2 years back. I am going to my sister’s place in Bangalore to attend a function.”“I am sorry to hear that,” I really meant that and looked at the lady. He slumped down on the grass, leaning against the wall of the house and breathing erratically as he scolded himself for the thoughts in his mind. 'You fucking pervert,' he told himself, as he attempted to reconcile social taboos with the images of his scantily-dressed sister. However the tingling in his balls overpowered all inhibitions, and soon he was rising again to take another peek at his teenage sister.She had finished putting away her clothes and was tidying her dresser, as he peered. ”I said, “Yes, I will get it.” I rushed to the bedroom to grab a bottle of lotion. By the time I returned, she had removed her neckpiece also. I was about to sit on the floor she stopped me.In a smooth, seductive tone, she said, “Why don’t you take off your clothes? There is nothing to hide between us. I am sure you will not feel embarrassed anymore.”Her soft melodious voice slid over me, and it felt like her fingers were running over my hard dick. How the fuck was her voice alone able to rule. "For the last thirty of so years", was the reply. "She was never really interested and took sex as being for reproduction, the thought of it as a form of pleasure was totally alien. However, I have now met another woman who has made it clear she wants a sexual encounter and that is where the problem is, I now find my sexual apparatus is rusted up. I can no longer get it up". Frank was taken back for he thought he was about the same age as his friend and he certainly had no difficulty in his.