His breath is rougher. He wants me. He always does. Since that first kiss in the bookstore, he's wanted me. He said he was drawn to my energy. Two wee...ks of sex, exploring, touching and fucking makes you only want it more, I think. I push his legs closed and lean over and kiss him. Oh, those lips will be the end of me. I straddle his hips and settle mine on his thighs. My hands caress his bare chest and I pull back to ask him silently, "Why the change?" His only response was to lay his head back. From the very beginning they called me ‘mama’ as their mother addressed my mom as “maa”. So I called ‘Nana’ (grandpa) to Mr Haider and ‘Naani’ (granny) to his wife. Naani too called me ‘Nana’ in place of my name.I have already stated how I fucked Aava and Shova in part-I & II and I am going to state how I fucked Naani. In 1985, one year past of Aava’s marriage; I already fucked Shova when she wanted. One day Nana came to my house and requested my mom to spare me for three or four days to. As if the sounds of their fucking and the sensations in both their cunts wasn’t stimulation enough, the creaking of bed springs and the banging of the headboard against the bedroom wall added to the erotic frisson between them. Throughout their ‘blending’ Della, who having broken her initial kiss with Trudy was resting on her knuckles, hands locked out straight so as to penetrate her more deeply, could look down as see her plastic shaft sunk into the folds of Trudy’s slit. And from her position. Over time though I stopped fooling myself.If I'm honest with myself, I got into it simply for the attention and to be desired. I'm not being overly critical of myself, just honest, when I say I'm a very plain looking person. Nothing wrong with it, simply the way some of us are. The spots I went to were visited by either gay men or straight/bi men. The gay men of course had no interest in me. The bi men though, many of them were my age and older. Many were married. Many had a non existent sex.