Even I told her about my college life and job career.After few months of talking on the phone, we finally planned to meet in a nearby mall. She was in...black colour saree and low cut blouse which was covered with pallu till now as all people were staring at her. Her height was 5’4 and figure 34-26-36 her boobs were really awesome and round shaped tightly held in position. I asked about her husband and she told he went for a trip to abroad for 2 months. I was so happy listening to that and asked. There I was standing in the back of my neighbor's garage. My neighbor was stretched out before me - totally naked. The large garage door was closed to the driveway and the the street in front of the house, so no one could see in or know what was happening in the darkened reaches of Dale's garage. Even Geneva was gone. Standing there, taking in the landscape, I could make out Dale's cock between his legs with a tangled nest of hair at its base and around its balls. The cock lay backward on his. I was pounding that pussy so hard and fast that it became red and my ears were hurting because of her loud screams. At one point she pushed me over and started to squirt while she was touching her clit. I had my first real squirter (I thought that I had another one but that was nothing compared to this, this time the bed was soaked). I looked very fast at the watch and we were at the hotel for more than 30 minutes, we had to hurry up before the others became suspicious … anyhow, I started to. The characters in this story are not real people, theyare not modeled on real people.? They arenot modeled on anyone that I know, and anyone who thinks that they are is fartoo sick to read this story. This story is written solely for entertainmentpurposes and cannot be used for any illegal or immoral purpose. IF YOU DONOT WANT TO READ A SICK STORY ABOUT RAPE AND TORTURE OR IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHTBE INFLUENCED TO DO SOMETHING BAD BY READING A SICK STORY ABOUT RAPE ANDTORTURE, I URGE YOU TO GO.