It was quiet along the path as I peddled my bike slowly along, looking for the exact location where these secret rendez-vous take happen. On one of t...e benches facing the river, sat an older man in a button-up shirt and khaki shorts, relaxing with his arm d****d over the back of the bench. He was looking down the path and watched me the whole time as I rode up. We made eye contact and he smiled at me and I thought as I applied the breaks to slow down - I sure hope this is the right spot! I got. " I thought we might have after you had a chance to think about it. So when do you plan to meet?" she asked."Well I'm in a meeting now, so when is good for you? I'm pretty flexible." I said."How about we meet at Old George's Chicken Coop tonight?" she asked."I expect that is a possibility," I agreed. "You aren't wasting my time I hope." I'm more worried about you wasting mine," She said."Well, I guess we will both just have to feel our way along," I said. Yes I knew we both looked a little. Ek din maine unse majak mai bola ki muje apni limit nai pata aap he bata dijiye, toh unho ne kaha jaha meri sandal hai wohi tak tumhari limit hai uske uper aane ki koshish bhi mat karna. Maine majak samaj kar ignore kar diya aur topic change kiya. Ek hafte baad jab mai gym se wapas ghar jaa raha tha tab muje raste mai rina aunty dekhi. Maine socha chalo inke saath he ghar jaata hu. Aur mene unko awaj lagai.Me: Hey rina. Ghar jaa rahi jo?Rina: Haa, bas sabji lene market gayi thi. Tum kaha gaye. After spending a considerable amount of time on her delicious breasts I felt it appropriate to return the “oral” favor. We’re on the couch still and I reposition her so that she’s on the edge and I move on my knees facing her. “Gorgeous, fucking Gorgeous” I tell her as I kiss her inner thighs and gently spread her slight pussy lips. I’m not lying in the least, she is beautiful “down there”, the delicate shape, the pink hue and her sweet smell. I begin slowly, mostly tongue, some fingers as.