He wanted very much to tell her of his life and his marriage, children, how he had changed and how much he regretted losing her. He didn't really know...how to begin and Zena seemed happy to leave it for now. Perhaps when they were dancing and he was holding her once again in his arms. Perhaps then.Their recreation of their first date included sharing a dessert, but that's where it ended. Bill still had vivid memories of that night and its amazing conclusion. Was it too much to hope for that to. He had a strong jaw line and high cheek bones, his muscular, hairless chest expanded to the width of my phone and his penis were perfect, right down to his subtle six pack abs. He told me he was 26 and if I was okay with that and if I wanted to meet up. I was so excited I sent him a picture of my cock to which he replied “I’ll take that as a yes then”. He told me he lived in South Delhi, not far from the Metro Station, giving me his address We exchanged numbers and decided to meet up the next. He then placed something like a pillow but larger under my stomach so my ass was high up in the air.. He then re tied up my arms and undid my legs one at a time and spread them further apart. I could tell his head was inches from my pussy because I could feel him breathing. He then massaged oil all over my ass slowly and getting closer and closer to my wetness while letting oil drip down my ass. Finally he put his mouth on my pussy and I came within seconds, but that was not it he started all. Thank God for that. He recalled how Friday had worn him out with meetings and deadlines. He was so tired that he'd almost been afraid to drive home. When he did get home, he felt bad that he could barely keep his eyes open before saying good night to Connie. He had to admit, he was enjoying being her boyfriend. Pretending to be her boyfriend, he corrected himself, and sighed when he recalled Connie's words the night before. That led to thoughts of what followed and . . . wow, what had followed.