I turned and looked at her, gave her a smile and made a discreet motion for her to follow. I started towards the store’s bathrooms in the back. She ...ollowed. I went in the women's restroom. As soon as she entered, I locked the door, she was all over me. She stood about 5’2’’ next to mine 6’4’’. She had to be at least a 40 DDD, and had a nice round ass. Her mouth was all over mine. Our lips and tongues were having a good time. I could feel her hands on the bulge in my pants. She was undoing my. She came and sat by the sofa. I was only answering to the questions asked by suma akka. Later I gained some courage and despite of knowing about her, yet I asked suma akka about her and her family. She too said the same. Just then the pressure cooker whistled. She went inside and after 5 min she came out with a hotbox. She said I prepared bisibele baath (south Indian dish). I said why you took trouble in making this akka. Summa akka asked me why you don’t like to eat the food prepared by me. I. He began by rubbing my clit and all around my mound first, then he worked a finger and then two up me. he rhythmically finger fucked me for a few strokes then again he rubbed me all over...He did this until I was absolutely sopping wet, fingering and rubbing me alternately.He then reached over and got one of our long salad spoons and gently eased it up my wet hole ... he fucked me with it as I moaned and grasped onto the work top with my fingers. he began to fuck me really hard with it and used. She had to have it and the thought of any delay was like handcuffs on her wrists preventing her from getting the tingle she had to have right away to chase away the ghosts in the darkness that told her she was damaged goods and not even able to see the cock that was fucking her.It was of no consequence to her because she had learned long ago how to “read” the size, the shape, the texture and the wetness of a male penis just with her heightened senses of touch, scent and natural instinct that.