I was overwhelmed at first sight when this middle-aged woman introduce herself as Shirley. There was something about her that I could not explain, but...was attracted to her straight away. If it was her happy smile or her shoulder length blond hair or the clothes she was wearing I did not know, her skirt was long and red and her blouse black with white flowers. It was knotted at the front over a black top that emphasized her magnificent breasts.I set to work sorting out the mess the removal men. It's a lot to balance.”“Well...if you want me to sit this one out, I can.”“No, no! She'd just misinterpret it and think you don't like her or something. Besides” – I pulled her toward me, slid my arms around her and planted my hands firmly on her derriere – “I'm looking forward to watching you rip her clothes off and reduce her to a moaning, hot mess.”“That' just one of the many reasons I love you.” She gave me a dazzling smile and my heart felt instantly lighter. No matter what happened with. She was wearing a red top and a black jean. She was looking damn hot and beautiful. We hugged each other for a while and stared at each other. Then we went to India gate. After that we went to a nice restaurant. she was looking happy.Then she asked about me girlfriend which I had recently broke up with. I told her that. She held my hand and said sorry. We came out of the restaurant after eating. It was about to be dark outside. I thought she would like to go the bus stand now but she said. She settled down to reading them and what she read changed our lives, but that came later. For the present, the stories made her hot and she couldn't get all the way through one of those magazines without my having to fuck her at least once. By the fifth day she was asking questions like "Do people really do things like that, I mean swapping mates and all?" or "Do women really go out looking for black cock? Is it really bigger?" "Why would a man want to watch his wife fuck other guys or watch.