This is my Monica story.Monica was special. She had a special sense about what men wanted a woman to do for them to give them a powerful orgasm. Its w...at I call "Grrrrrrr" cumming. Kind of a low growl and grunt as you cum from the deep. I was surfing Backpage, when the site had photos and descriptions. I came across an add with photos of an older lady who looked like a crazy cocksucker. I called and made an appointment to meet at her motel that day. Monica is short, maybe 5 feet, 45-50 yrs, and. I again rubbed my fingertips over her crotch and felt not only the warmth but also that she was soaking wet. My middle finger casually slid down her crotch, and I felt the crease of her cunt behind the material of her panties. I then slid my fingers down along her legs.She had beautiful tanned legs. Nicely shaped upper legs.I took in the sight of her legs before me, from her tanned thighs, her knees, and underneath those, the bands of her knee high nylons. My cock erected and rose as I started. "I hope you don't mind me asking," Samirah said in a relatively low voice. "Are your companions Indian or Pakistani? Not necessarily, of course, by birth, I hope you understand, but by ... er ... allegiance. I've been instructed to keep Indian and Pakistani nationals apart. There's been ever so much trouble in recent months."Gabrielle understood Samirah's concern but she also knew that her response wasn't going to be very helpful. "One's Indian and the other's Pakistani," she said. "I think. Maybe it wasbecause, woman or no, scared or no, I wasn't helpless. Regardless, therewere hundreds of questions flying through my mind, so I picked the mostobvious one."Who are you?" I asked. It was the least of my worries, but wouldprobably merit a straight answer. My voice sounded wrong to my ears,raspy and obviously female.The man looked surprised. Then he looked sheepish. Then he lookedrelieved, of all things. He scratched his head as he replied."Oh, thank God, you don't remember me, either..