Had she not enlivened me up by pouring into me her womanly love, I would probably have crashed out that night, either in a pub or fucking a prostitute..., or more likely in a roadside ditch; fully drunk.When I tried to rise from bed to clean up, she pulled me to her and clasped her arms around me. She said, “Pratik, don’t get up and go away. I want to make a lot more love to you tonight…” She murmured that and again fell into a deep slumber.I quietly released my arm, got up from bed and gently. ” She remarked nonchalantly.“What made you change your mind?” I asked.“I found out my late husband was fucking his secretary and I found myself jealous, of him!” She replied.“What happened to your husband?”“He and his secretary were on a ‘business trip’ on the continent about seven years ago when they were involved in a fatal RTA. She survived and recovered and it turned out like you, she swung both ways. We had great, eye-opening fun helping each other through the grieving process. I bought. My heart started racing, I got even more excited and I started to…”Ummm”… moan a little… “Ohhhhhh”… like I'd seen girls do in porn to encourage him. It was amazing. He kept at it for a little while and then leaned back to relax. I knew this was my cue to finish him. It felt both weird and incredibly exciting to be on my knees on the seat of George’s truck with his cock in my mouth. I kept licking and sucking and bobbing my mouth around his cockhead and the sensitive area all around the rim,. Like his body...like me. “Aaaahhh...” Such a strange sound to come from me. But I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d had some warning. I had to grab on to something. The damn pillow wasn’t sturdy enough. Suddenly he pulled out and my thighs clamped against his hips of their own volition. Guess I’ll never know which one of us was most shocked about the fact. Before I could even process it he was buried to the hilt inside of me again, his hips pressed against mine, his chest pushing me down.