A hostess asked if my name was Driscoll as soon as I entered. Mrs. Starling was waiting for me at a table in the back. Would I care to step this way, ...lease? I was going to have to go hungry. The Starling woman wasn’t as old as I’d imagined her to be over the phone, but she was fifty easy. Her friends would refer to her as a handsome woman. She wore a sundress and an oversized pair of sunglasses. All that remained in a Martini glass in front of her on the tabletop was an olive pierced with a. Time slows down. I can see right down your shirt. In that moment I am thinking so many dirty things. It’s like a wall of pure sex. Like I just opened up a closet of sex thoughts and they poured over me. I want to exist in your breasts. I want to dive in and lick your nipples until they turn to stone and then twist them off and shatter them. I want kneed your big tits like I do pizza dough every Saturday. I want to reach you from behind and grab them, and use them to pull you closer to my. Out sweaty, watery bodies were tangled together while Aditya fucked me so hard.After about 5 minutes of intense fucking, he gave one huge stroke against my pussy.“Ahhhh baby Aisha”, he screamed while closing his eyes.I could instantly feel a warm fluid gushing through my pussy into my body. I realized my husband’s friend just came inside my pussy. It felt heavenly.“Ahhhhh ohhh myyy.. My husband never fucked me like this baby”, I said while reaching orgasm myself. We both came at the same time.. D. abroad.She wrote to me on and off with her issues, like many of my clients, and I helped. In college, she met a guy she finally liked, and first, her emails became less frequent then stopped. It was a good sign. I was happy for her.I moved on with my life until this fateful July day in rainy Mumbai. The rain came out of nowhere in the morning as I walked back from the gym. I took shelter under a closed shop’s roof. Just a few seconds later, there she walked beside me. In a different city.