She liked so much that she start going there 3-4 days a week. She begun to be fit again. puled down some weight and toned her muscles. One day, by din...er time, she returned home from the gym, while I was in my bedroom and, by the semi open door, I saw her from the back. She was already wearing those tight leggings which I thought it was a litle inconvenient for a mature woman. I could see her panty line, for god sake. "Is she wearing this in the gym" I thought to myself. Then I realize I was. If you’d asked me yesterday if I’d ever let a woman touch my breasts, I wouldn’t have believed it. Put my mouth on another woman’s pussy, or let a man love my pussy with HIS mouth, I’d have laughed. Have a guy lovingly fuck my ass to a screaming orgasm, I’d be rolling on the floor. With everything we’ve done, when we ever get together again, my tits, my pussy, my mouth and my ass belong to all of you. God, I have missed so much in my life. I made myself unattainable in school and then married. What do you think, are you ready for round three?, Chris asked. I smiled at him: Of course I am… but Im not sure if my pussy is ready. I think you fucked me sore… but I have another idea… You like my ass, dont you? Would you like to fuck your dirty little slut in her dirty little ass? Chris watched me checking out if he heard right. You mean I can stick my dick in your little ass? Yes, I want your big fat cock all the way my dirty little ass. With that I turned around and got on all fours. With the departure of the person sitting opposite me, I slid deeper into my chair, allowing my head to loll to the left. My half open eyes recognised a rift/tear in the fabric of familiarity. Amid the usual clutter of advertising material, I viewed a black rectangle. It was wedged between the seat leg and the train’s side. I made my way to the curious object, unwedging it from its niche. The black was cured leather, and sliding this off revealed a book bound in coarse red paper, and bearing a.