She was dressed in a fuzzy, hot pink ,form fitting cashmere turtle necksweater, and cream colored hip snugged, flared skirt.Her hair was sweptback , g...thered in a ponytail, held in place with a Hermes scarf. Ah, she was the epitome of Pa. Mainline grace, charm, and beauty wearing luscious red lipstick.Her skin the color of Lady Godiva , milk chocolate lit from within.My attention was drawn to her, because I felt her staring from across the crowed room, as I was standing at the bar passing out. You bring my fingers up to your lips and slip one into your mouth.......you can taste my pussy where I've been touching myself. I whisper into your ear, would you be interested in joining me in the bedroom? With an affirmative answer, you rise from your chair and lean down to kiss me deeply letting your tongue play with mine. I twine my fingers in your hair and lean into you rubbing my pussy against your hard cock. You run your fingers through my hair and pull me back toward the couch. I. It was impossible to dislodge his huge hands. At first he felt the size, shape and smoothness of her big boobs then he started to knead them with more power. The pressure increased as his animal instincts got aroused and Manasi started to moan. Though she did not want to make a noise the sounds came instinctively, as rough mature hands vulgarly groped her full tender balls.“Saab is there in the house” I heard her mutter under her gasping breaths. So! It meant if I was not there she would let. )Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser.