He and his wife lived in a nice place on a lake outside of Shreveport and we had been to their house a couple of times. Mr. Bartlett had started worki...ng there years ago when the old man who owned the company started it and apparently made a lot of money. He still had an office at their headquarters but nobody really knew what his job was, mostly PR. I really liked the guy and he and his wife had taken a liking to Terri and I. He was a lot of fun and like me he didn’t care for Ron, the president. "Enga?" she asked, using the Tamil word for "where" in her excitement."My parents' house. I could take you there this weekend. You could stay in the spare room."She looked suspicious. "I hope you are not trying to marry me. I am not ready for that."It was as if a weight had lifted off Tony's chest. "No, no, nothing like that."He didn't want to introduce her to his parents as a candidate wife. But he did want to introduce her as his girlfriend. Did he dare ask her that? How did she even feel. "Andy and I aren't lovers. At least ..." Her eyes came to meet mine. "... at least we haven't, ... not really. Not in person." She finally added.I stood."Come. We need a moment to regroup, I think." I grabbed my shirt and held it out for my mother, who stuck her arms in and buttoned that one button again. I held Mari's shirt out for her as well and tied the knot for her. I didn't bother with my shorts. I picked up the forgotten breakfast and took it to the table. The girls joined me and we sat. When we got into the room it was all I could do to just not throw her down on the bed and rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out. But she said that my stuff was in the bag and that she would be back as she needed to slip into something a little more comfortable. As she stepped into the bathroom to change I opened the bag and found that my wife and put a pair of men's thong underwear in the bag for me with a note to put them on and lay down on the bed face down until she came out. I quickly.