I let out a hungry growl. She was a slut with a capital S.Beware the maiden, pink of hair. Astarte's voice whispered in my mind.She walked past, her a...s writhing like a bag full of cats beneath that tight jean skirt. My pecker ached so bad to stick it in her cooch. I followed her. She was so beautiful, vivacious—desirable.Beguiling figure, comely face.What could this little girl do to me? It was getting hard to think as my blood filled up my pecker. I reached out, stroking her neck. She gave a. This took place 1 week back during the lockdown in my city. I am a software engineer, 6 foot tall, and with a somewhat athletic physique. I was in Thrissur, Kerala at the time. I will be in Thrissur for at least the next 2 months as well.On that day, I had gone to the local supermarket for my grocery run. As it was only half a kilometer from my place, I normally walked. As I had collected my items and was going to pay the bill, I thought I saw a familiar face in the supermarket. As everyone had. It was a nice evening, so people had their windows down, and their music blasting.I could see them as they passed looking over at you, noticing how your dress was tight on your boobs showing cleavage and making them look even bigger than they are.I smirked and mentioned it to you. You could see you were embarrassed, but you started shifting your weight from side to side. I knew as embarrassed as you were, the attention was making your pussy start to tingle and get wet. This guy at the red light. Her hands were all over and Betsy tried in vain to stop the brazen groping and fondling. It must have appeared like two teenagers rolling around on the bed and Ned found the struggle very arousing. His charming wife swiftly had their sexy guest at her mercy.Betsy remained in dreamland wondering if she should include all the sordid details of that night in her life story. She remembered the episode as the one time in her life where she would have done anything asked of her. 'Just fuck me and let.