While hugging her, I told her I wanted to make love to her. She completely denied it. She said she’s loyal to her husband and till its smooching or ...aressing, it doesn’t matter, but beyond that she won’t go. Even my emotional blackmailing couldn’t melt her. I just got a hand job from her as a consolation gift. We exchanged our telephone numbers as next day I had to leave. We were in touch through Whatsapp and we had come really close again. Last week again I had plans to go to Kolkata. But this. Actually it was just flat out rare. She always got asked to dance, even by loser guys."Damnit no one is even asking us to dance!" Lisa cried out in frustration."Yeah I know. I wish any guy would ask me to dance. Hell I wish the devil himself would ask me!" Sandra complained as her friends laughed at her remark.The girls sat there watching a small crowd dance as the rest of the people just sat down getting drunk. All of a sudden as Sandra was about to give up, she saw a gorgeous tall gentleman. I felt her grab my cock and start to jack me off, her hands were so soft, not what I expected for an old woman with years of hard work behind her. She then had me to lie on top of her, and she started rubbing my cock on her pussy's wet slit in between the thick lips of it, holding it on her clit as she said it was called, and humping against it. My cock felt wet and really slick from her pussy juices on the underside of my cock, as I humped against her too. After a few minutes doing that she. This thing was so surreal it was practically goofy. He gestured with a head tilt towards her ring finger. ‘Wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate?’ ‘He’s a shmuck,’ she said quickly, unphased. ‘He’s going nowhere in life, and he doesn’t feed my imagination. I mean, I don’t know you, but this vibe I’m getting right now… I think we could be good for each other.’ With that, Harry let out a guffaw and grabbed her hand and removed it from his knee. ‘You’re funny. You still have to do the tests.’.