I secretly waited anxiously for him to return to the states. Until he arrived and was back home.He got home and my insides felt like a teenager lustin... over some teen heartthrob. We had made plans to meet up at his apartment the week after he got back and I literally couldn’t wait much longer than that. The night for us to meet up again had finally arrived. I wore my best black dress, that I worked from the day of our exchange to fit into. He had called a cab to pick me up at 8:00 sharp to. He said ok that is good and we then proceeded to his flat. There I met Simran (not real name) for the 1st time.Simran was a young lady in her late twenties and was around 5’5″ tall with a very decent figure. She had very nice boobs, size 34 which I found out later and not an ounce of fat on her, slightly heavy hips, she has given birth around 6 months ago, but sexy as hell.She came and sat on the other end of the sofa on which I was sitting and Raj was sitting opposite to us. I was very frank. This woman had taken care of herself, Peter thought. Her hair, in a neat cut, hung just above her shoulders, curled under at the tips, while perfect bangs curled to just above her fine eyebrows, beautifully framing her gracefully attractive features. A very attractive style for an older yet very elegant woman.He let his gaze wander, hoping that the woman wouldn't think him forward to stare at her. And he nearly choked. The woman was - topless! Her modest breasts hung with little sag, perky. ” Blushing, I nodded, understanding, and gently moved first away, then opened her legs again, and moved between them. Leaning down I started to gently kiss her, slowly rubbing against her. Her words had gotten me hard again, and I was about to fix that. Kissing her, I pressed lightly against her, feeling her pussy resist me at first, but with a little pressure, I got a small gasp from her as I slipped into her. Not far, just the head, but I immediately felt pleasure hit me. She was like an.