"Can I sit in front with you?" she asked me. "You sure can my dear, most people would rather sit in back but It would be an honer for you to sit up fr...nt with me" "Well aren't you a charmer" she said."Well I love to have beautiful women sit up front with me" "Oh you are so good for my ego" she says, "It has been a long time since a man has paid attention to me".Boldly I asked her "and how long has that been?" "My husband died 15 years ago and he was a very horny man. I put out 8 kids for him.. I ran to the bed and as I grabbed the blankets to yank them off the bed and take my mother, my alarm started to go off and I awoke enough to rip me from my mother’s luscious form and mostly into the real world. I had set the alarm to go off at ten thirty in the morning the morning after I got off the phone with my mother. My memory of the dream faded as I slapped the off button, stopping the siren beside my bed, which didn’t matter to my penis because I had morning wood anyway.I got up, grabbed. Then bingo, a finger made contact, with my pussy. The finger was slowly being inserted, and I let out a low moan. Then the weirdest thing happened, my hymen was broken, I had lost my virginity to a finger. As I was slowly being finger fucked, I could feel a sensation building up in the core of my very essence not unlike when I orgasmed while being eaten by Mrs. Jorgenson. I came! And boy did I come, it was so good, I almost feinted.Then the handsome man whispered, “If you think that was good,. And thought you too would be as Vatsal is not around”.“Yeah. It is quite boring”.“Let’s go for an ice cream, what do you say”?“Umm. Okay”.We left the room. Down the hall we came across Divya, she was playing on her tab. “Are you going somewhere?” Divya asked. “Yes. For an ice cream,” “Can I join you two?” Divya asked us and before I could say yes Ishani denied: “No. We’ll get you one on our way back”. Divya requested, “Please let me come along”.I too asked Ishani to let her come. Ishani, though.