We met in a mall and I was looking at her without taking my eyes she was looking like an sexy queen with a white top and a blue jeans and especially h...er cleavage s visible to me which made my dick to grow hard to take her immediately and fuck her as if there s no tomorrow but controlled myself and she smiled naughty way which made me a green signal to take it ahead.We are both comfortable and started to roam in the mall like lovers and in conversation I understood that her husband is impotent. I was impressed and we further chatted. She daringly came to the point and asked me she was longing sex from me ever since she was crazy reading my sex stories! Also, she shared with me her nightmare experience of her sex life from her husband.Yes, She was married, her husband was in a job in Chennai. Though he was a good husband, he lacked interest in sex and her. Though she tried to encourage him for sex, her efforts were in wain.That’s why Namitha approached me. She was too depressed and was. My thin cotton print dress could not hide his lust for me as his penis hardened by the minute, pressing hard into the grove between my buttocks, a thin gossamer of fabric separating the naked lust of copulating flesh, his cock and my vagina, needed to connect, we both knew and wanted it so, so he lifted this veil clear of my bum and pressed his cock in hard against me, as his hand pushed upwards and lifted the fabric over my head, leaving me naked in my upper body, my bra-less breasts, teased. I just knew that I had to run before they caught me again. But I don’t remember any highway, or sticking my thumb out, or any of that stuff you said”.“Yeah, and I’m sorry I bit your head off like that”, Roy apologized to her. “Let’s start again, okay? My name’s Roy. Roy Cuthbertson, but you can just call me Roy. You got a name? Girl doesn’t sound right, and I gotta call you something”.“Hi Roy. I’m Chrissy. Chrissy Donaldson. And I apologize for screaming at you, too. But how the hell did we get.