The house is not used to have a woman around.” I said, looking into her eyes.”And a beautiful woman? Almost never.” The words just slipped and t...en there was silence. Both of us stood there, not knowing what to say next. She was my friend’s mother, almost 18-20 years older than me, and I was flirting with her. And then she actually blushed. It rained in the evening. One window of the house faced a creek which came to life in rain. We both sat there. We watched as the raindrops danced in the. “Ohhhh, God! Fuck me like a monster that you are. I am your whore, just destroy my beautiful pussy. Make sure I am not able to walk for my life. I will be your whore for life!”After fucking for approximate 5-7 minutes, she wasn’t able to take the lump inside her and she exploded. She pushed me away but I overpowered her and fucked her with even more intensity and deeper pushes. She chewed the flesh on my collar bone but I was nowhere near done.I picked her up and turned her and started licking. The 50 minute journey gave me plenty of time to read the interesting articles in the photography magazine and I began to plan the journey at my destination, marking various points on my street map. When the train neared my destination, my backpack was secured in preparation for the journey through the bustle of the mid morning train station. The dark haired beauty opposite me slid across and up in one swift movement and I watched her remove hand luggage from the overhead rack. Her silky blouse. His eyes followed hers. Colin winced at his erection, his arousal betraying him. He couldn’t help it. Veronica’s dirty-talk turned him on.“Do you want my pussy?” Veronica asked. “I’ll lie back down right now and you can hump your little dick into me all morning long if you want. Or… would you rather I call a male prostitute and have him come over tonight?”Colin’s brow rose, “Are you serious?”“I’d do anything to make you happy, sweetheart.” Veronica closed the gap between them and cupped Colin’s.