My eyes scanned for a wedding ring: none! (like I had a chance...) Suddenly, the twinkle of jewelry caught my attention and my eyes were drawn to a go...den bracelet circling her left wrist. Perhaps it's a family heirloom, I wondered. Ms. York's face was as striking as her body: full cheeks with a dab of red on each, the narrow, high forehead of an intellectual, with a few curls of golden hairs hanging down to her eyes. It was a perfect outline, a beauty only enhanced by the smooth luster of. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw my size, 7″ long and 3″ wide cock, and said “YEH TOH BAHUT BADA AUR MOTA HAI. I said Ab toh deal ho gayi hai.She started playing with my now fully rigid dick and started sucking it hard. I was in 7th heaven seeing such a young and beautiful lady sucking me. All of a sudden she stopped and said, Sir you can touch me also don’t be shy. This was enough signal for me and I reached for her tits and pulled up her T shirt and there were those lovely tits in a sexy. He shot at least six times, maybe more, and then held his cock still for a while before pulling out of me. He pulled himself back under the stall divider, put on his pants, and left, without even a "thanks". I had just taken a bareback load up my ass from a man I had never seen before and would probably never see again. He didn't think I was even worthy of a single word of gratitude for being his sex slave. A warm glow filled me, a glow of joy and satisfaction. I sat in the stall for a while to. Rashmi was 5’2 average body, flirtatious eyes with huge boobs and spectacular ass in the college. It reminded me of the way once we flirted around in college playing truth or dare. I wasn’t much interested in her at that time, because I was interested in somebody else at that moment. I knew Rashmi was married now with her long time boyfriend. Anyway, 2 minutes in, she replies on my comment. It was about 1-2am in the night, and I was wondering, what is she doing up so late. So, I messaged her.Me.