The key slide in, click, twist, the door came open. He followed her in, and it was not soon after entering the door that their bodies met again. Anoth...r slow, deep, kiss that she felt down to her bones and knees. With one swift kick of the door it was closed and they were now in their own private world. Not that they cared about the privacy, she just did not want anyone walking by seeing her with a strange man in her house, at this hour.She was lost in the moment, his breath on her lips as he. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective. After my college, I didn’t see them. Also, her husband had health problems which made it difficult for him to walk or do things.Once I and my mom went to visit them. At that time, she was in a churidar. After seeing her, I was like, “I want to fuck her somehow”. Even in her late 30s, she was damn sexy in that dress, maintaining her body shape.My lust increased. Later, I completed college and joined Undergrad. Even her daughter completed PU and joined B.E. I was one year elder than her.One day,. I invited him to my house, and, before he arrived, I dressed in a light blue lace teddy which showed all my curves but which wasn't cheap looking, and I put a white fox coat over the teddy because it was late fall and it was even a tad chilly in my house. He knocked on my door, and, without missing a beat, I kissed him passionately as he entered my house. He returned my kiss with equal fervor. I then took off my fur coat, and he gasped when he saw that I was clad in practically nothing. He.