We decided to meet up one Saturday afternoon. I saw her from a little way away and it was clear that her pictures, shall we say, weren't up-to-date. S...e was dumpy, wearing tan tights and a skirt, and carrying a bit of extra weight. As I got closer I could see her pock-marked face, albeit with a pretty smile. Still, I had come this far, so I introduced myself to her and off we went.I don't know if I was bored, lonely, horny or whatever, but we ended up going for dinner. Once she got a bit tipsy. 22 mag revolver on the night stand. “So why do you have that gun?”“I’m a creature of habit. If I didn’t have that within reach I’d probably die in my sleep.” I admitted.“In that case, if I feel paranoid, can I come sleep in here? You have got an extra bed, and you don’t like me very much,” said.“Sure, I’m not worried about anyone proving we had sex together, It would be the word of a tight ass nerd against a well known good guy,” I said.“Good that you have rationalized it in advance. That mean. I don’t want to give you that chance.I was very very happy at whatever she said. Because she didn’t say anything or any objection for oral sex and she also said that we do this only … superrrr… I was happy nodding at whatever she was saying.She asked me “why are you laughing?”I said “nothing aunty. So shall we go into bedroom again after finishing lunch?” I smiled at her and winked.She said “shut up bujji eat first.”Me: oh u mean we will have another round after eating?Uma: orey vedhava, em. My favorite fantasies are of my father and grandfather. I love thinking about them taking turns with me. I fantasize about them having big horny dogs who want to fuck me. What I fantasize the most is I think about my dad doing these things to me in real life and it makes me cum so hard.I imagine my dad finding all of my stories I’ve written about him and my grandpa, his father. I have a diary I keep with all the dirty fantasies I have written down. I imagine him finding this too. There.