I followed at a discreet distance and it soon became evident she was up to something as every 50 metres or so she would stop, look in the shop window ...nd take a glance back towards me. I was now sure she was enticing me to follow her and recalling the sights I was shown in the café how could I refuse.It was only when she arrived at the railway station that the coin dropped and I recalled where I had seen her before, she was the gorgeous MILF I had spent many a happy hour wanking over on. Softly I lubed her up until she said that it was ok to try now. I got my dick in touch with her asshole and instinctively she tried to move her hand around her butt to take it and guide it. But her ass was much too big for the movement as long as she remained in this position. she got her hand underneath her between her legs and managed to grab my cock this way and said: „Ok, boy, there you go. Ever so slow. The slower at first, the better.“ She just wanted to signal that she was trusting me.. All wet, trembling, just standing there, doing nothing but stand there. She didn't say a thing. I just threw my jacket over her shoulders, and placed the umbrella above us. Her index pointed to the house at the end of the road. “That ruin?” I asked. She nodded. To that day, I hadn't known that anyone was living in that ruin down the road. I had always found it a strange place: always surrounded by a light fog. Or was it dust? I didn't know. Nor had I ever been curious enough to find out by. So talking about my tutor, he was 25 years old and the son of my mom’s friend. He was a really good-looking guy, tall and dusky with a chiseled physique, all bearded and doing his MBA. My mom is working and my dad stays out of Delhi so it often happened that whenever Aman, my teacher, came to teach me accounts, I was alone at home. He was pretty decent and generally stuck to the studies.We would take a break for 5-10 mins and discuss other general things but that was the only conversations we.