Net connection lagane, jab mein unka ghar ka door bell bajaya toh ghar ke aandar se ek khubsurat ladies jiske age lagbhag 30 years ki hogi usne door k...hola or kha ki rahul aandhar aaye, sir is taking bath can u wait for 5 minutes, I said it not any problem I will wait, madam bring 1 glass water for me, I drink n said thanks u, she gave me smile and look me and went inside, madam ne night gown pehna tha or night gown mein bahut khubsurat dikh rahi thi. Sirf bath karke mere paas aaye or usne muje. She also swam every other day in the community pool at a time when there were few others to bother her with unwanted discussion of things that didn't concern her in the least.The organizer of the writing club was an elderly retired man who had written reams of content with very little financial success or notoriety of any kind. His name was Harry and he seldom said anything unless he truly meant it. That was a big switch from her spouse of many decades who could discuss almost any subject from. Last year he had a college girl he met up with often for some hot ass fucking. She would tease him and tell him when he was done fucking her ass all night she could hardly sit in class the next day. He loved putting his cock or all four fingers in her tight asshole. He was working on fisting her ass when he met Joan and they got married. Now he had a live in ass and cunt to fuck and a hot set of tits. And she loved to fuck. Not only was he going to fuck her cunt and ass but he would soon be. In a few short years I had put my step father in prison for raping me and taking my virginity, I had had Billy Dunnham and Curtis Flemming expelled from Harvard for attacking and raping me. The jury was still out on the verdict. But tonight wasn’t about that. It was about showing solidarity and I had a part to play in this class act. Like it or not. I put my heavy hair up in ringlets and clips. It looked young and flirty. My white gown was layers of shear floating gauze that became opaque from.