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I lay back in bed contentedly as my jacking-off ended successfully with
several large spurts of creamy spunk over my naked belly.  Nothing
unusual in that for an eighteen-year old man you might think. However,
what might surprise you is that I was fantasizing about my forty-five
year old female employer - how weird is that?

I was so excited about my first real job since college. For the first
couple of months everything was going great.  My fellow employees were
nice, my bosses praised my work, and I had never been happier.  But, as
with all things in life, there were going to be some problems, and my
problem was Mrs. Jones.

Work had taken me to Kerala. A beautiful city in the south of India, known as "Gods own country". I spent the first week working real hard at office. My office was located on the outskirts of the main city, there was nothing much to do around except for a place where I could get a drink or two. Life was getting to be monotonous I had to take a break. I hired a cab and decided to go to the main city. I saw a mall on the way and decided to check it out. After a while I decided it was way too hot for me to walk around and noticing a coffee shop I headed towards it. The air conditioned shop was a sure relief.

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We had been hanging out for about a week. I was beginning to fiend for her smell – honey and vanilla Philly blunt wraps.  She was beautiful - is beautiful. If Jessica Alba and Halle Berry morphed into one woman, it would be Her.

   I had never felt this fire in my belly around another woman.  I watched her lick the excess ice cream from her lips and instinctively shifted my hips in my seat. Fuck, what was happening to me. I always enjoyed looking at beautiful women, but this was the first time I wanted to reach across the table and touch Her. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have her touch me.

This is a story that came to pass in a certain city known as Tapalque, in the province of Buenos Aires , Argentina . The story includes myself and my 65 yo female neighbour, quite an adventurous woman. She also was my Italian neighbor at that time in that particular town.

I've always lived in my hometown next to Ofelia's house. She appeared to have a gorgeous body, about 1.90 tall, ever since I first met her. She also had wide hips and, of course, a tremendous, gorgeous ass, like globes, impressive, the size of a soccer ball, really a bubble ass. She was married to Aurelio who died when she was too young. By this time I was probably 35, and I don't recall having seen her with another man, or boyfriend since she became a widow.