“If you’re serious, just tell me when and where.”I sent him my spare cell phone number and asked him to call me. He did and we worked it out to ...eet at 11PM at a bar around the corner from the Gold Club, a local strip club. We sent each other pictures so we’d know what the other looked like. I also reminded him that this wasn’t a fuck date – I wouldn’t suck his cock – he was free to jerk off, but I couldn’t/wouldn’t touch him. He agreed to that, and said he’d always wanted to give a girl. That’s when I knew it was going to be a good fuck. With my hair pulled back tightly and his cock pounding into me, I climaxed. I half expected him to pull out and stuff his cock up my arse but he climaxed in me. It was such a shame but I felt exhilarated, pounded, fucked, alive. Fuck, did I feel alive?I told him as much. I shouldn’t have but I did and now he knew what I liked.Fridays continued but I left it until every other week, it was an attempt, by me, to build up his urges so that he. "What!" I replied"Come on costumer satisfaction, get your big cock in there" she said I looked at Artie but he was now busy trying to pick up the screws that had fallen all over the floor and not wanting to cause an offence I positioned my self between her legs and slipped my hard cock into her already sticky cum filled pussy.Then I started fucking her and she just held onto the desk and encouraged me."Yeah keep fucking my pussy, good and hard, your satisfaction is guaranteed" she moaned.Artie. Par kabhi ye nahi socha tha ki aunty dikhne mein itni sundar hongi aur modern bhi.Unki umar kareeb 44 saal thi, mostly Bengali saree pehenti aur kabhi kabhi jeans aur top bhi. Sabse achhi baat ye thi ki main unse kafi comfortable tha.Uske papa ghar pe kam hi rehte the aur bahar zyaada kaam se. Ronit khud Mumbai mein tha toh mostly pure din main aur Promila aunty hi ghar par hote. Aunty aur main time pass ke liye kabhi movies dekhte toh kabhi baatein karte.Ek din aunty aur main Kolkata mein.