She was a sizzling hot lady. I never had any bad feelings about her in my mind. We were good friends. I used to take help from her for my studies and ...even she used to discuss her matters with me. Her husband was a nerd. He was a CA and was all the time running after money, and had no time for her wife.One day early morning 6am when I almost had reached my college I got a call from her that she wants to meet me. I said yes and bunked college and went to her. We met at a chai shop in Park Street.. Not because I got cold, but because other people did. I could wear shorts in November, but people would begin to wonder about me. Life in this new shell was going to be challenging enough without that kind of stupid mistake to draw even more attention to myself.I found some old ratty jeans and a cool sweat shirt with a four inch zipper at the neck. I even put on a nylon shell over it all, so that I could at least look like I was dressed for my bike ride to Helen's. I was headed there mostly. As this point she grasped throwing her head back on to the headrest looking towards the back window. The driver looked in the mirror seeing me pulling down the rest of her top and as I made no effort to cover her up the driver adjusted the mirror a better view.I then started to lick and suck her erected nipples whilst undoing her jeans so I could finger her. I had never seen her so turned on, so busting myself, I thought I try and take it further, her head still back and eyes closed.I noticed. “Wanna see my tiny little 18 year old pussy?” I didn’t wait for a reply, instead I slid the thin fabric aside. “See? Don’t I have a pretty little cunt Mister?” I had squatted down with my legs spread wide.“Prettiest one I’ve seen in a long time Sara.” He was gawking at my hairless slit and openly feeling on his cock through his pants.“MMMM I’m really tight….but you wanna know a secret?”“I’d love to.”“I love having really big, fat cocks shoved ball deep into my wet little gash.” I was rubbing.