Acquaintances, yes there were many and she was always greeted with smiles in the shops she did business in, but that was all, these people were just a...quaintances. She was lonely, very lonely and it was only her work that kept her sane and reasonable happy, however, one afternoon that situation was going to change drastically.The tram was late that afternoon, and it began to drizzle and she didn’t have an umbrella; she took shelter under the awnings of the nearest shops and it was there that a. "You in mourning, ma'm?" I asked, counting the black buttons that marched down the valley of her chest and wondering if stays encased those high ribs and narrow waist and pushed up those large mounds."Yes," she said quietly, looking down at her toes. She had rather large feet. I noticed, clad in short, soft boots. "My husband died," she took a breath thrusting forth her pointed breasts, shoulders back unconscious of the effect, "let's see, four, no five months ago. Hereabouts, the tradition is. Me : Uuummmmhhhh, oh so nice.K : Saale hijre, tu bahenchod isike layak hai. Mujhe toh kabhi khus nehi kar paya , choose randi.She made me suck her for about half an hour, as she was wearing a double sided strapon, she got horny and came through the dildo. I could tasted her cum which was coming out of her dildo. So yammy..!!Then she grabbed my ass , and started pinching it, she started fingering my ass, she was in a hurry she had no mercy for me and put two fingers directly into my ass all this. She had taken a thorough shower but still had bits of skull in her hair. The feelings and memories of the incident would remain with her longer still. She was just tired, and wanted this whole damned expedition to end. She was over 30 now, although not much over. Maybe she was getting to old for this.Her ruminations were cut short as she spied a gas station/restaurant silhouetted against the giant bloody red setting sun. The Kickstand. Her growling stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten a.