I couldn’t take it anymore and came in her mouth, she gulped it all down. She stood up from the cot and jumped onto me and said “I can’t take it... any more fuck me”.My dick was rock hard by then, I pushed it into her pussy it was damn wet and so warm inside, it was like running a hot knife through butter, she was biting my neck and kissing me, I slowly took her on to the cot and we did it in missionary position, then the doggy style, I didn’t want to cum so soon, I took out my dick and put a. Then I asked her to keep her laptop bag in her lap and cover her shoulder with dupatta. Then when no one is noticing us, I used to catch her fingers through her duputta and we used to play. She got seduced by this and our messages during night turned calls and slowly we used to have phone sex.One Saturday morning, as it was boring, I called her numbers. Usually on Saturdays we don’t use to speak as everyone used to be in her house. But surprisingly she picked my call and spoke to me. I asked. I wanted to feel all of him and Martin groaned deeply. We both seemed to enjoy what he was doing to me. Without warning, his hips picked up speed as he rammed his cock harder between my clenched thighs and the huge cock head hit the tender skin of my man hole but slipped past it. I felt the hair around the base of the cock, scrape my scrunched ball sack. 'Oh, sweet fuck,' I breathed into his ear and hung on as he pounded roughly. How was it going to feel when he entered me and prayed he would. I got better as time went on and could seriously ‘pass’ as some average looking forty-something gal! Hell, I was proud of myself!One thing I did do was always be a little more careful when I went out; especially at night.The one guy that got me started ( about 20 years older ) also turned out to be a pretty steady boyfriend as well as a damned good lover. Although I didn’t know why at the time; I could experience some very nice orgasms while he was making love to me…and…some flat out almost.