Most of the time when we were together, I would be able to go for a second ride between her lanky thighs as often the first time was over too quickly....It really bothered me, but she assured me that the nicest thing to her was just being naked in each others arms and that being intimate was more than just about sex with her. We were close friends. She was now legally separated and no longer in the same house as her husband.The year (1996) that the hurricane devastated eastern North Carolina, I. She is marwadi with wheatish complexion from Jaipur. Her vital stats are 34-24-34. She was very sexy. Her husband works for a export firm and travels abroad most of the time in a year. She also belongs to a wealthy family with all the luxuries.After writing 4 stories I received a lot of mails from my readers and one fine evening I received a mail from this female. Initially we use to chat in a very formal way, gradually we exchanged our No’s. After exchanging No’s it became a ritual to chat. Grandmothers. Great Grandmothers. The young ones don't taste right. The old ones are ripe.I guess that's why I love my job. I'm the night watch at a Elder Community. I walk around, late at night, making sure the community is secure. Five and a half years and we've never had so much as a car drive by after midnight but the oldies in here feel better knowing I'm there.They wouldn't, of course, if they knew me.Take Mrs. Featherstone, for instance. Her meds knock her out. I slip into her unit every. ." Cindy moved over to stand close by Jim's side. She reached over and put an arm lightly around his waist.Jim could feel her body shaking, and he knew inside she was battling to avoid hysteria. He realized he felt the same way, as if he were about to go insane. His mind was desperate for some physical explanation. "Is this even possible? There were no exits, on either side, over the last 110 miles..." I know..." Cindy hugged him for a moment, shivering... "Let's say there's an exit a mile.