I began moving my hands over her pussy when all of a sudden she put her hand into my pant.The electricity caused by her mere touch was so powerful tha...t I leaked a drop of cum there.I removed the rest of her saree hastily and she lay there on the table waiting for me to devour her.Her jewelry was still on and her panty which I insisted.Next in line was her breast and chest and tiny piece all guy want on a mature lady – her mangal sutra.Man, there is something strong force of attraction because. With one bed. I could see her friend sleeping on the bed. Why were they sharing a bed I thought, she looked very sheepish again, shy and blushing and now sweating. I looked around a bit more..but then thought “oh who cares...I want my dick wet!”. I grabbed her again, pushing her down to her knees now at the side of the bed as the friend snored away. “Get it out” I whispered down to her, as she looked up to me with a shy smile as she started to undo my jeans and unzip them. As she was done, out. ‘We’re not close anymore.’ She shrugged. ‘A writer needs a quiet place to write.’ Surprised, I smiled. ‘You remembered?’ ‘Never forgot,’ she replied. ‘I used to love reading your stuff. It always seemed like you knew me.’ ‘I did,’ I said. ‘Then.’ We exchanged a quick glance and I looked around the room. It looked like it used to be an old hunting cabin. There were two sets of bunk beds, with worn mattresses, and an old wood stove. The silence had grown awkward. I looked at her. ‘Thanks,’ I. We made love that night. It waswonderful.From then we were inseparable. We married not long after and he evenhelped me settle on the name Lucy, rather than Jane Doe. In the lastdecade he'd risen up the ranks in his firm and was now one of the toplawyers in the city. I became a home maker. Spending my days cleaning andcooking so that he had a wonderful place to come back to. The only issuewe ever had was he didn't like to talk about his past. He said I didn'thave one, so he only wanted to think.