I was forty-five, my dark hair gradually fading to silver, and without any real direction in my life. I guess I hadn't changed much either.'Another?' ...isa asked, not bothering to wait for a response as she poured me my fourth sambuca shot. Or fifth. By now I couldn't remember.Women must dream of aging like Lisa. She has the colour and character of dark champagne. Her skin had been gently kissed by two decades of South African sun, and her hair retained all of its lustre; fashioned into stylish. Jis din wo dikhai nahi deti us din mai udas ho jata. Mai use daily dekhtra pas se gujarta or koshish karta k wo mujhe notice kare par hard luck kai dino tak usne mujhe notice hi nahi kia. Ek din jab mai ja raha tha tab maine use dekha achanak se usne bhi mujhe dekha maine socha ke yahi acha mauka hai, or mai uski taraf dekh ke muskura diya. Mere muskurate hi wo mujhe ghur ke dekhne lagi mujhe laga ke wo kuch bole na meri fat gayi mai jaldi se wha se bhaga. Next do- din tak meri himmat hi nahi. I apologized and she move away with a smile. And I had received a SMS late night that she loved me falling on her. I went into fantasy and masturbated thinking of having sex with her. During tournament she uses to come and watch the entire match. I felt she is more attracted towards me because whenever I hit a boundary or take a catch she use to stand up and cheer up for me.And when we won the final match, she came running down in the ground with all students and hugged me. I felt like a. On to my goal of her girl cock, that had been grinding against my legwhile we were kissing. Slowly sliding her skirt up, my eyes took in hergirly cock covered in sheer red panties. I kissed the head, and workedmy way up the length to the tip of her head. The head was leaking pre-cum, now was the moment of truth?. Without so much of a thought to, Ilicked the head, why had I waited so long for this nectar."Perhaps we should move, into your bedroom." she cooed.We stood up walked hand in hand to.