I.L are very friendly since from my high school days, she is elder to me; we both liked each other but not shared due to age difference and family res...ect, while playing touching and hugging were common but no dare to move further. I visit her place in vacations only, I went to my college to pursue my degree in between her marriage fixed and she got married; even after her marriage we were close as before in few occasions we met like relative’s marriage and all I had attracted towards her but. He closes his fingers around my nipple twists and pulls causing me to cry out again and my shoulders come up off the seat, at my cry he starts pistoning his hips, sawing his cock into my swollen folds. Suddenly he stops and moves aside and rolls me onto my stomach and says “on your knees bitch.” I pull my legs under me and feel him position himself at my entrance again and grabs one hip and reaches for a tight grip on one hanging globe using these handholds to pull his hard cock into my abused. Of course they thought a gardener should be an ignorant clod and without ruffling their toffee-nosed feathers, if you’ll pardon my mixed metaphor, I would let slip something about the latest book I was reading. That seemed to surprise and impress them. In addition I’d worked on getting rid of my country accent and taught myself– as my mother put it – to ‘talk proper.’ After all, most of these nouveau riche had pasted a fancy accent over an original regional accent. At times it was amusing. We continued our conversation on relationships over a few more drinks. I could tell she was getting drunk as she was talking more and began getting touchy-feally by occasionally putting her hand on my knee as she would laugh. Of course I did not mind at all… I was in the moment. The lights in the bar came on and I thought damn, my night is over and she will be gone. I asked her if she had a ride home and that she shouldn't drive. She said no and that she was going to get a cab to a hotel.