I reached her door and rang the bell. I saw a gorgeous, pretty-looking MILF open the door for me. I hugged her, and she greeted me and asked me to com...e inside.Meghna offered me a glass of wine. We began to have a deep conversation and that is when she told me everything that happened to her.She literally began to cry while telling me all this. I felt really very bad and helpless.I caught her hand. I was trying to find something positive and tell her how she could use that as a lesson and learn. The idea of smoking now sounds like the most disgusting thing in the entire world. Instead when you get the urge to smoke you will become horny. Your pussy will get wet with excitement and it will only calm down if you get fucked. The longer that you don't get fucked the more excited you will become. Masturbating will only make you more excited. The more excited you become the more you will think about filling your pussy with a cock to the point where the only thing you can think about is. In fact at one stage she said 'I think we should go now' but he paid little attention to that.The crucial moment I suppose was when he slipped his hand down to her knee, under her dress, and instead of objecting she opened her legs a little, which he took as an invitation to explore further. Who wouldn't? He was moaning as his hand went further and touched her bare thighs, just short of her pussy. When he cupped his hand there, her wetness would have given her excitement away.She told me that. That night I could hardly sleep. Rampant thoughts of Michelle and Clare kept me awake. Added to this was the nervous excitement I felt following Michelle’s request for me to see her in the morning. Being right on time, a trait I always pride myself on, I rang the doorbell and eagerly awaited the sight of Michelle. The day was bright and warm, despite the overnight Autumn chill. The recent run of warm sunny days made any thoughts of winter remote. The light breeze barely ruffled the tree limbs.