Wearing a too-small white t-shirt under an open jacket, while reading a label on some frozen package of vegetables, even the stock boys will stop work...to get a good look at her nipples that poke out in the cold air.She is a petite, 50 year-old blond beauty that surprises everybody that gets to see her in these ways because she carries herself with a sophisticated propriety. Her combination of poise and easy conversation during her exposures leave guys believing that they are simply the. Inevitably, I soon got bored with the routine, and as always, my thoughts began straying.No points for guessing who thee thoughts were about. Honestly, I had forgotten about her for a while. During my semester at college, I had been fucking this classmate of mine (I’ll talk about that another time). My thoughts were mainly occupied by her. But Dipti aunty slowly made her way back into my fantasies.The fantasies were a little different this time. I fantasized a lot more about just being with. Getting to screw women on a regular basis was an obvious up-side. But the realisation that he was nothing more than a temporary thing, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of days. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.The agency called with. Bobita lied down and asked Sapna to lick her cunt. Sapna licked and licked and started finger fucking Bobita as I fucked and fucked from behind. The sight of my dick getting lost inside her cunt from behind and again emerging out of her cunt, again getting lost, was setting me on fire. Bobita was moaning like a bitch, shouting abuses at Sapna…”Saali raandi chut, chat mujhe…le pee, meri paani pee.”“Chup saali raandi..maaza le…aur mujhe maaza lene de… chod mujhe saala bokachoda… saala motherchod….