3 years ago, some girl named Kelsey said that she liked me, and that she saw my MySpace pics as sexy. She would tell me one time that she would go on ...my profile, she said that seeing my pics make her so wet and horny, and that she wanted me to fuck her so hard. So every chance she gets she goes on my profile, go on my pics, and would undress herself, and when she was naked she would rub her pussy with her fingers, feel her tits, and keep fingering that juicy cunt of hers, cause she would always. "You'll be fine. It's only next door. Bring your credit card. And yourhouse keys, of course."I was rather nervous as I stepped out of my front door and locked itbehind me. Although I often wore female clothes in the privacy of myhome, I had never worn a dress or a skirt outdoors before. I walked upthe front garden and onto the pavement, wondering if any of the otherneighbours were watching from inside their houses. A couple of carsdrove past as I walked the short distance to Mrs Robinson's. "I waspacked off to her former employer, Lady Leonora Bagshawe. l was sent bytrain - always a steam train, and they are romantic too in their ownway, aren't they?" I had nodded, but she was in full flow: "I always gotpicked up in a pony and trap by her gardener, Old Trevenneth, and hewould hardly grunt more than a word on the way. The pony usually farteda lot!" She tittered at the recollection. "Anyway, I knew what wouldhappen when I got there." She'd told me several times before, but it. She is 38-32-40.The one who sees her will not say that she is 47.She looks as if she is around 35.My name is Shankar. She is a widow. Her husband died after her marriage of 4 months itself and don’t have children also. She is my mom’s brother wife. She took care for me from my childhood days and we are very close to each other. I use to stay there for studying, helping her, giving company for shopping etc.The real thing happened in my life was when I’m 18 during my 12th standard holidays. I.