Franklin drag a tree down to her living room and try to figure out how to put it together than she was able to say ‘You should have done this weeks ...ago’ to Mrs. Devan earlier this afternoon when Joyce was going to make cookies but had been called out instead to take Mrs. Devan to do her Christmas shopping. Mrs. Franklin’s life had been a fluttering ‘I didn’t know that had to be done’ ever since her George had died back in the spring. So the cookies weren’t made. Joyce had brought some home from. I asked her are you sure you want to this. She said “Yes baba, I love you sweetheart”. That’s I needed from her. I started smooching her. Our tongues were fighting a battle. Both of us were smooching as if there was no tomorrow. Our lips started to bleed slightly from the hard biting we were performing on each other lips. She was moaning again and again and saying my name “mmm.. adii.. adii.. gently please baba. I am all yours… mmm…” I started caressing her breasts over her kurti. Her moans. Three of the girls wanted to Karioke and they left. Shelia and I sat nursing a margarita each and talking. We left the restaurant and I was driving us to Shelia's apartment. She was feeling pretty good. Now Shelia was early 50's and had put on the over 40 office weight. She was still quite attractive. As we drove to her place she asked how I lost my virginity. With the alcohol and thought I might get a chance at those massive tits I answered. I told her I was in junior high and a high. That's the trouble with sex, you can't escape it, our bodies are programmed to want it and the more you try to deny or remain aloof, the more crazy you become to do it.Things started to happen to me that initially I found new, strange and exciting. They were wrong, I knew that, but I could not help myself, being attractive to men made me wet and biology classes told me I was responding to them I was readying myself for penetration even though my brain was saying, 'Urghh, he is old and ugly', my.