He senses a scent, sweet and heavy. Is that her? Is that his mind? Jacket off. She stops. Her hands on his shoulders. "I'll help you with the shirt to...o" now she's whispering. She slowly drags her hands down on his upper chest and takes the first bottom in her black nails. She looks in his eyes and opens it slowly. "It's ok, I just want you to feel a little more comfortable and relaxed. You have a t-shirt underneath anyhow..." Then she pulls the lower part of the shirt from his pants. And keeps. Deepika skin was unblemished, very fair in colour contrasted wonderfully with her black panty and black bra which could hardly hold on to her 38D cup tits, having wet patches from leaking breast milk.I gently spread her legs apart, her thighs were muscular creamy, juicy, looking at her wet pussy, Deepika saw me looking at her most intimate parts, she felt shy and closed her eyes when I looked at her.I quickly took her bra and panty off exposing her beautiful hairless sopping wet pussy, leaking. I was shocked again at his sudden suggestion but I realized I had not given him much choice.I was reluctant for a few minutes and stayed quiet, “Well?” he asked. After a bit more time. “Okay”, I said. He seemed surprised and also very excited. Even in the dark, I could see the outline of his raging boner. “So should we go inside your house?” “No way”, I said. I would definitely not let such a disgusting old man in my place. “Where else will be do it? We will be seen if we do it here.”He was. Kyunki mere liye bohut important hai. I said, “See, sex and love are different, and both are important.” Woh aur upset ho gaya sochke ki woh kabhi kisiko khush nahi rakh payega.Baat baat mein usne bola, “Kya mera bohut chota hai? Han pornstar jaisa toh hai nahi lekin phir bhi.” Maine bola, “Nahi kisika bhi pornstar jaisa nahi hota. Aur size matter nahi karta lekin kaise aap use karte ho woh matter karta hai.” Usne bohut dheere se pucha, “Kya main tumhe dikha sakta hun?”Main shocked thi, aur hum.