I then sat on her couch and removed my boots, socks and pants. She offered me a whiskey and water. I lit a cigarette and as I sipped on my drink, she ...got down on her knees in front of me and began kissing my still hard cock. "Oh yes," I thought. "Suck me grandma."As though she could hear my thoughts, she slipped her wet mouth over my cock and began bobbing her head up and down as she sucked on me. I sipped my drink and smoked my cigarette as she worked at pleasuring me. I couldn't help but. Slowly his mind began to focus on this new place. It was a night and a place much like the one that he had just left. Or had he just left it? The line between reality and this place wasn’t clear any more. The room was lit only by the dancing flames of the fire place. The same shadows were dancing around the room. He could hear soft music emerging from the background over the crackle of the fireplace. As he was immersed deeper into the setting, a flood of emotions overcame him. These were sweet. Pierre turned and beckoned for the next victim. The blonde sighed and took one step forward, a second step and then collapsed, trembling, against the platform. She put a hand out to steady herself and fought to control her breathing but lust overcame her. Sliding to the floor she spread her legs apart to reach for her crotch, driving her fingertips onto her clit and letting out a low, bestial wail. Pierre flashed his teeth in a wicked grin as he bore down on her.“Come, I will help you to keep. One week or so I observed her outgoing timings.She generally comes out in the morning to drop her daughter at her school. She picks up her in the evening. Also once in 2 or 3 days, she goes to the nearby market in the evening. It was Saturday evening I was sitting in the garden listening to music and waiting for aunty to come from school.As she entered inside apartments in her Activa, I moved quickly to lift area. I pressed the button and waiting for aunty to come. In the meantime, the lift was.