“I was in a very sensitive place,” she said, softly. “My message to you reads harsher than I intended.” He gave her an impatient look. He shr...ugged his shoulders as if to say, “And…?” She bit her lip in frustration. Her firm look softened, she looked suddenly vulnerable. He tried to ignore it. “Look. The situation just triggered some shit that happened to me in the past.” Interest and curiosity began to war with his earlier feelings of annoyance. This was the woman he had been so curious. He would reach in 10 minutes. I went up to his flat and the heroine of this story opened the door. A typical Marathi lady in her late thirties wearing a saree with her pallu pushed into the exposed waist area. She opened the door and her hands were covered with wheat flour and she was sweating a bit.She asked me what I wanted in a rude way. As if I had done the worst mistake of my life disturbing her in the midst of her dinner preparation. I explained and she invited me inside. She asked me to. I held her once-glittery but still creamy and soft waist and adjusted my dick near her asshole. She guided my dick with one hand near her asshole, while still maintaining her circular motion over Rohit’s dick and holding the peon’s dick with one hand.I somehow managed to push my dick-head in her asshole with her shouting in pain. She removed my dick from her asshole. I was just going to spank her ass hard to refuse my dick when she took the dick and pointed towards her already filled pussy and. She asked if I would want to join her for the last drink at her place. In a heartbeat, I agreed. She spoke to the driver in the local language, which I couldn’t understand. We reached her apartment. She used to live with three flatmates. Luck favored me, the house was empty for a couple of days. It was a party house. We entered her room and she bolted the door from inside. We got to talking and drinking until wee hours into the night. There was this one moment where I complimented the way she.