Women. The ones who drink beer from a bottle, who help haul the wood for the bonfire, bait their own hooks and gut their own fish. The kind that don't...play that 'no means no' bullshit because they don't have to — if they don't want you touchin' 'em, you don't touch 'em.That's why I like Lisa. She has never broken a nail and cried about it. She can take a hit — literally. I saw her get in a fight at the mall once. I think that's the day I decide she was the one. Not that I wasn't gonna fuck. Ok, I was too excited. I got all the memories of our previous session. She is a hell of aMILF, a perfect horny lady on bed with hot structure and hotter tits. She is in the 40s but looks like the 30s. Then she called me finally on Friday night and said that she is in Bangalore. She asked me whether I am free on Saturday. I said yes.The next morning we met near Orion at noon and went to a restaurant and had a nice lunch. Oh my God! She was wearing a black sleeveless top with blue jeans. I was. Already, to either side of her, hundreds of people were scrambling and shoving and pulling each other off the wooden fences. But out here, in the middle of the street, she had no-one in her way. She ran. She ran a short distance, a few seconds, fifty steps. She heard something behind her, loud and clattering, and didn’t need to look. There were shouts, and a scream, and a heavy thudding like she’d never heard before. She didn’t wait. She went sideways, towards a doorway. She pushed past a man. I went to washroom and cleaned myself. After some more days she was sleeping in the afternoon on the floor. As it is in summer season the weather is too hot. I again went beside her and slept and kept my hand on her stomach from there i tried to touch her blouse. Finally after some attempts i have reached to her blouse. I tried to move my hand into the blouse from down but it is not possible so i found some gap in between the hooks of her blouse till that time i was slightly pressing her blouse.