That scared me, honey.”“You’re sure sweating,” he observed. “Maybe I should have stayed and watched.”She kissed him, pressing her naked bo...dy against his.Tony wore a t-shirt and jogging shorts, with sneakers on his feet. He had been out riding his ten-speed with a friend, and he, too, was sweaty.As she pressed against him, kissing his lips, Tony ran his hand about her sweaty ass. Judy purred into his mouth, sliding her hands into the waistband of his jogging shorts, cupping the cheeks of his. It was not like meeting my son’s teacher, it was very different.She said, “Your son is already a Romeo in class. He remembers all the girl’s phone numbers and not even a single boy’s number from the class.” I was zapped by what she told. I never knew this. Devika miss called my son, asked him numbers of few girls, he quickly gave them. She told him to go and play.She said, “He is a Romeo but very good in numbers. I would suggest you put him in abacus classes. He will do very well.” I did not. This courageous woman’s determined resolve was shaken. The spirited speech she had prepared for this occasion escaped her lips unspoken and fled from this battlefield with the haste of a coward fleeing from a fight! Her betraying female eyes lingered too long on the swollen terrycloth mound between the standing man’s legs. Using great effort, she forced her eyes away, but still they continued to study a firm abdomen and a chiseled chest. At last they stopped and gazed in awestruck fascination. I got out too and met her in front of the car, there was obviously enough light for people to see. I grabbed her and kissed her, then we ran to the opposite doors and I drove her home while she gave me directions. I only gave her skirt back after we pulled into her parking spot at her apartment complex.Just before we left the car I told her that I could tell that she was for real now, and that I was going to tell her everything and that there was plenty to tell. She about dragged me into her.