I looked at her. She looked at me with sultry playfulness, her eyes narrowed.She said, "Well. That was nice."I held her by her shoulders and gently la...d her on the bed. She lay with her legs spread, smiling at me languidly from the dark as I removed my underwear. She saw that I was already stiff. I walked to the end of the bed, my dick wobbling, and knelt on the mattress near her feet. She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs and waited. I moved forward, and placed my head directly over. No children to get in the way. There had been a few who promised her happiness but it was always their happiness and none for her. Her dreams or desires were never important, never a priority. So she drifted through a lonesome existence wishing for just one person to care if she lived or died; one person who wanted her just for herself. Just one would be enough to give her purpose, to make her feel wanted, to make her feel anything.He sent off his latest tome to be read by people he would never. I,ve worked with all sorts of nationalities and colours of people and got on well with most of them, survived the threat of the IRA and their London Bombing campaign and experienced all the fun and games of commuting in London and the frequent strikes on public transport usually the underground. I,ve worked mostly nights and had some strange incidents happen I can,t even begin to explain. There was a stretch back in the late 1970s when we lived in Ponders End a part of zen field in North London. She told me to wait. But as my beauty opened the door, I was mesmerized, she was in a white apron, a black fat brunette with large 34 round boobs in a white apron, her tummy was rarely covered by her apron, those big melons hanging in them, barely holding them without a bra, she was in a tight spot.She invited me in, where I saw my second prize, Nancy, a hot MSc student from our college who was soon to be married, they were neighbors and friends, I wanted something hot that day. Akhila told me.