Vimla was an attractive woman. She was of wheat brown complexion, has a well curved figure and a lovely face to match. She was rumoured to be a hard a...d difficult catch for the men.One day I was waiting for her at my home to discuss some science topic issues that were difficult to understand. She had gone to the market that day for some shopping along with her friends in the mean time I went through some magazines still she came.When she came to our home, it was already 7 PM and she was looking. I held her and started rubbing her titts and kissing. I told her to put her hand on my cock. She did and gently started stroking it. The stud started rubbing her back and waist. I could tell he was trying to put his giant cock against her ass. I then gave her another order. Grab his cock and strock it. She said in a week voice, no please no. I said do it. She slowly reached back and grabbed his massive cock which had grown to about 12". I continued kissing her and telling her that I loved her. “Oh Pete,” I heard myself moaning as my arms rose around his shoulders to steady myself. “I’ve not washed, I’m not clean.”My protests were weak and were completely ignored as he backed me to the bed. My knees bent, my legs lowered me down until I perched on its rumpled edge. I didn’t resist.“I don’t care,” he whispered. “Just like Tony wouldn’t have cared last night. He’d have stripped you like this!”Before I realised what was happening, Pete had pulled my nightie quickly up and over my head. It was boggling to me. I actually was with a man who did not want to take me home with him or was just plain scared to. I was with a man whose brain did not reside in his ball sack. I was completely turned on at that moment and even more challenged. I smiled at him and he followed me to my car. When I got to my car I walked over to him and poked my head in the window and started to kiss him. I then continued to ask him how he felt about me coming home with him. He just kept repeating to me how.