Her house was too big. She opened the door and asked me to get in. What a beauty she was! I couldn’t get my eyes off her. She was wearing a sleevele...s kurti. I could see the shape of her boobs. Her ass was just perfect. She seemed very cheerful lady.Just by the fairness of her face I imagined about the whiteness of her boobs. She was wearing a black colored bra which made me horny. I couldn’t believe she was 40 as she maintained her figure.She offered me coffee and we spoke about our lives. Her. His ass bottomed out on the concrete beneath the thin abused mattress. He frowned. It felt nice, but lacking.He looked up at Steve. Steve's face was clinched, his eyes closed, his lips parted. Steve's weight was supported on his arms. He felt Steve's wrists pressed against either shoulder. He sighed and relaxed, he shifted his legs, letting one stretch lazily, the other cocked, foot on the mattress, knee up against the sleeping bag. That leg rocked idly left and right as Steve pushed against it. "Well you'll be wet for one thing," she continued, "and your pussy willbe more used to it." You mean like I peed myself? What's the point of having a pussy that'swet if there isn't a man to fill it?" I asked her."What's the point of having a dick?" She laughed, "You'll need to learnthat we don't need men but it's men that need us." I would throw up if a man ever touched me," I replied feeling queasyat the thought."Oh I'll spare you that for a while." She laughed again."Forever I hope, I'm not. She said she had been having a chat, wating for me. The men still were standing there, but couldn't hear us over the music. She added the guys were flirting with her. And she loved it, of course.I told her I was having a beer and would not leave yet. Ana wanted to go home. But then I told her we would not leave until she would do one of these guys. Anita smiled and looked at the lump in my pants. She said a quick “maybe” with a smirk and she left me there.She talked some more with the young.