We went to the vacant guest bedroom and she sat at the dressing table. I carefully parted her hair making a box section on top from corners of eyebrow...s till the top of the crown and square in shape.Once the section was perfect, I combed this section in front and held it at the chin level. There was the snip-snip sound of cutting thick hair as I ran the scissor without confirming. Rashmi just kept watching, shaking her head after the hair was cut. A lot of hair was cut. Her back hair was still. How could this old woman have so much left in her after I pounded her for a good twenty minutes! What I found more surprising is that my cock was getting hard again. Just as I pictured when I masturbated, her thin, semi-wrinkled lips were wrapped around my cock. When I thought I was going to bust again, the door bell rang.“Right on time.” Mrs. Wilks said as she got up to answer the door.She opened the door completely nude, and left me with nothing to cover my huge erection as she let a young. That too not leaving either boob or ass out of the action was surely too much for her. She moaned heavily forgetting where we were.Other guys were looking at us. Though the view was not clear, they could make out both her boobs were being sucked dry! Rimi thought that it couldn’t get any better. But I did her one up by inserting my and Ram’s other hand inside her jeans and playing with her pussy over her panty and slowly increased the pace.She became extremely wet down there. She lost every. I’m not one of those beggars that drives a beemer at the end of the day. I don’t hassle people for cash at stop lights and I certainly don’t shout abuse when folks ignore me.I always had a dream and that’s what this story is about. I already said I was kinda lazy. I also said bathing and changing clothes was too much effort. My dream, and it’s one that she damn quickly figured out, is to just have someone do everything for me. They want me to smell nice? They wash me. They want me to change.