As I ran to my parked car, it was bucketting with rain, a REALLY hard down pour so once I was in my car I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, and was left o...nly wearing my gym shorts while I drove away. At the end of the street was this HOT GUY thumbing a ride, he was wearing jeans, T-shirt and flip flops that was soaked through. I stopped and offered him a ride, as I was driving out of downtown to home about half hour to 45 mins away. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked. ”She grinned and I grinned back following her out. Belinda was there looking happy. I went to her giving her a hug and a kiss. “Missus Lawson, it’s always good to see you.”“Let’s go home, Steve.”“Works for me.”I followed her into the complex and keyed the garage so she could pull in next to my car. She did. When we got out, I kissed her again. I went to a shelf and pulled down the extra opener and gave it to her. She tossed it into her car. We went inside.Once inside, she removed her clothes. The only ‘old times’ that immediately came to mind were in his adolescence when Tom was in the habit of ducking his younger brother’s head in the stable trough for his entertainment. On more than one occasion, he only desisted when physically tackled by their elder brother to allow Tobias to emerge sodden, dripping, coughing and barely able to breathe.“So why did you not go home?” Tobias asked shrewdly. This resulted in another languid hand gesture.“Oh, you know,” Tom said. “I only have a few. Beneath the robe, she was clad (only) in a blood red low cut lacy bra, garter belt and dark seamed nylons. This was a Goddess who was paying me no heed. She sat down and began her session. Beginning with the curve of her breasts, encased as they were in the satiny smooth brassiere, she gently caressed and kneaded the flesh.  Slowly, her right hand moved downward across her stomach and rested on the warmth of her sex. Her left hand continued caressing her body while the right began a slow,.