Kehte hue mummy mere pairo pe gir padi. Woh fir boli.Mummy: Humne jo bhi kuch kiya hai woh tere hi bhale ke liya kiya hai, Karan ki wajah se hi hum aa...j sahi haalat mein aa paye hai.Fir mummy ne wahi baithe baithe mujhe saari baat batayi.Mujhe mummy par taras aa raha tha par Karan par gussa bhi aa raha tha. Maine mummy ko uthaya aur unhe gale se lagaya. Fir unhe maine sab kuch bataya ki kaise mujhe shak hua aur maine sab kuch dekha. Mummy ne nazre neeche kar li.Karan wahan se jane laga to maine. When I returned back to my car she had her window rolled down and she asked me if her feet were really that pretty. I assured her that they were. She then asked me why I liked feet. I said that I really couldn't give her a proper answer other than the truth and the truth is I think that ladies feet that are well looked after and well manicured are both very sexy and exciting. To my surprise, she opened her car door and after turning in her seat, she extended her left leg out the door high. He could feel the sexual tension in the air. Closing the door behind him, she turned towards him. He walked over to her, standing directly in front of her looking down at her, riveted to her sparkling green eyes.Yvonne felt helpless as he came towards her, looking up at his strong tanned face, wanting to kiss him, wanting to be enveloped by his arms. He had complete power over her and she loved it.The desire for her coursed through him but he knew enough to control it, holding on to it, letting. What was better than sex? Sex with Marco. Mmm....It was over. I sat in the truck and watched him get on his bike. He looked at me as he zipped his jacket and put on his helmet. He didn’t smile. No goodbyes. No see you laters. Nothing. We just fucked, finished, sorted out our clothes and walked away from the car. The owner is gonna be mad as rass. The bike was parked under a tree in front of my truck. He started it, took out a blue piece of paper from his pants pocket and placed it in his.