Those who hadn’t seen me for a while remarked about my fountain of youth appearance. I returned their compliments. Theirs’s had an element of trut...h versus blatant deceptions. Seeing their decay still reflected on my ageing. To camouflage menopause, personal upkeep was doubled down. My attire remained selected for attention, but conservatively. I went to the hairdresser weekly and there was not a sniff of exposed grey hair. Makeup, used sparingly, was my friend. Passing men’s second glances. Still, blast after blast came, and I felt myself cum again just from the excitement of it all, and gave into the wanton lust with honest, undisguised abandon, and enjoyed the sleazy, open sluttiness of it all. And I felt the by now familiar sensation of hot, sticky wetness fill my bottom. After he came, I said out loud, “Well, that makes it official. I’m a real whore.” Fortunately, I spoke so softly he didn’t hear; besides, he was a little preoccupied at that point. I looked like a used whore. That day we enjoyed a lot and I dropped her to the borivali station and this became the routine everyday. Saturday I asked her that can we got out this sunday she said that she will inform me once she reaches home about the schedule tomorrow.I got a message that she is free tomorrow and we decided to meet at Mira road station in the morning. I did already book a hotel at ghodbhunder road in the morning.Next morning at 10am I met her at mira road station and we departed in the auto to ghodbunder. "Yes, Kegare is with me," he said, "but that is normal. You are opposing the very flow of nature, 'niece'! Kegare is the darkness of the heart... it is what makes us what we are! You think your syrupy sweet ideal of a world would have a single whole person alive in it? Not at all, my dear, not at all!" What....? "Your intentions are very well and good, but you challenge the very fundamentals of nature. You know.