" "Lani." He leaned against the wall and fixed his gaze on her. "I spent over two hours tonight having frozen rubber coming at me at close to one hund...red miles per hour. I don't think your roommate can scare me." "That's what the last guy said," Lani told him. It was hard to get that sentence out with Dom lounging there, staring down at her with those mischievous but intense eyes. She inserted and turned the key, praying there wouldn’t be a repeat of the weekend where she'd walked in on Cherie. Standing there sipping our drinks I realised for the first time that my mother had gone the whole hog and put on make-up to go with the outfit, which shows where my eyes had been most of the time."You look years younger mum" I commented with a smile, "you should wear make-up more often." Paul," she laughed, "you are a right charmer. Anyway a touch of war-paint seemed appropriate to the occasion."So far so good, mum was feeling mellow, I'd got her into a more revealing outfit, not only. ‘…please. I’m sorry.’ I knew that was a lot for him. He wasn’t the type to beg for anything. Most of the time, he didn’t even ask … he just did everything for himself. I smiled slightly, then, remembering he couldn’t see that, I placed my slight hands on top of his darker, rougher ones and ran my fingers lightly all the way up to his shoulders. I heard his intake of breath and smiled evilly at my effect of him. It was nice to have the upper hand, if only for a second. I knew that, as soon as. "Hi. Is your mother home? I'd have something for her." Mom! It's for you!"Then the girl smiled and turned around, leaving me there with the plates. I wasn't sure if she wiggled her backside as she walked, or I was just so horny and desperate that I was starting to look at pubescent girls. Then her mother came from the kitchen wiping her hands on an apron, and muttering something. Her dark red hair was a bit messed up. The clothes she was wearing under the apron showed that her tits were quite.