He licked every fold, every crevice, every curve; my pussy was slick and glossy with saliva and cunt juice, the scent of our arousal filled the room. ...I slid my fingers into his hair and bucked my hips; his tongue parted my pussy lips, speared inside."Oh yeah, baby, just like that. Kiss me, just like that. Eat me baby, eat my pussy."He flicked my clit, tall and red and shiny, with the tip of his tongue, light fast insistent, then sucked it into his mouth, rolled it between his lips. My big pussy. I kept my cards kind of close to the vest, because I didn't want him to think I was bragging about my background (not that I would anyway).He was a perfect gentleman that night, and I was stunned that I was actually disappointed. I'd never been around a man that I so much wanted to ravage me only a few hours after I'd met him. But he didn't even kiss me.He did, however, get my phone number from me, and he called me the next day. We were off and running, and it didn't take us long to fall madly. But then he told me why. He was fifteen years older than I was, "When I'm sixty you will only be forty-five and in the peak of your sexual prime. I won't be able to take care of your needs and from forty-five to fifty-five those needs will only get stronger, but as I move from sixty to seventy I'll be less and less able to do anything for you. In fact, there is a damn good chance that I won't be able to help you at all."I cried and I argued that none of that mattered and that as long as we had. She asked me to sleep in their home after I finish watching the cricket match. I said, “Aunty, I’ll sleep in my flat.” She said that she will feel secured if someone is in the flat. I couldn’t say no. I went to my flat changed into nightwear and went to Sirisha home and thought of sleeping in the hall.She insisted me to sleep in the bedroom saying there’s no AC in the hall. Nothing happened that night. Sirisha woke me up in the morning and told to come for breakfast after taking a shower. I.