We found a table for two, grabbed a couple of drinks, sat and talked. I related my tale of woe and she filled me in on her situation. It seems, her hu...sband of some thirty years had died a couple of years back. I sensed a reluctance to continue so I changed the subject. The DJ had been playing songs from the early to mid-sixties, and the strains of Bobby Vinton’s ‘Blue Velvet’ could be heard. “This song always reminds me of you.” I said. “Really? Why?’ “Do you remember the freshman dance I asked. By the time we reached her block my fingers were squeezed into her panties, finding moist, musky cunt - something the cabby could probably smell.We got into her apartment, I held her, kissed her and said," You know I won't hurt you. You do know that you're safe." There's a security camera in the lobby, you're already on record. My super knows I have a guest tonight." Fine. But you know we're going to fuck the shit out of each other..." If we're not, you'd better leave now..." ...and I'm pretty. This story starts from the moment he arrives.It’s Sunday morning. Tanya and Ajay are having tea in the garden.Raju: Namaste Sahab.Ajay: Namaste. Are you Raju?Raju: Yes Sir.Ajay looked at Raju from top to bottom. Raju was wearing a full shirt and pants, and slippers. Tanya was busy having her tea and checking her work emails on her phone. Raju was your regular guy from a small village in Bihar who had come to Mumbai to make money.Ajay: This is Tanya. She is the head of the house.Raju: Namaste. ”The next thing I knew, Willie was hammering her like there was no tomorrow. I decided to impart to him my deepest secret about how to become the perfect lover. I told him to connect with Maggie, mentally, as deeply as he could. Then to simply let her guide him with her thoughts.I also knew if he kept going like he was; he would rapidly make her A-Spot very sore.After about 10 very hard strokes, he must’ve connected. He slowed down a bit, then gently pushed all the way in her and held himself.