I mean... well... What was your mommy dearest doing when you walked through that door and caught her in the middle of the living room?She wasn't doing... ANYTHING! All I saw was her legs as she darted up the stairs. She must have had her reasons for being in such a hurry, even though she could have at least hung up the phone instead of dropping it to the floor as she ran.Hmmm, so nip-nip just did manage to get out of that little predicament after all. Well I know what she was doing just before you. “Sorry about this…it’s what you do to me!” Susan chuckled.“That’s it…blame me!” I laughed and pulled her closer to me. Then she pulled her head from my shoulder and gazed at me.“Can we try kissing?” I grinned at her. We had kissed occasionally, just on the lips with mouths closed as we found it quite exciting. This was another thing that our “gang” got up to when we were by ourselves, sometimes me kissing Lynne and Colin kissing Susan. We thought it very exciting and daring! I leaned. I collected hernumber and the rest, they say, is history. Istill cannot believe that I am marrying thegirl I met in a bus.Everyone had told her not to trust me, evenmy friends always joked about me being areckless womaniser while we were together.She would laugh it off and tell them it was alie. Somehow for the past 6-7 months, I can’tremember talking to any new girl or evenbeen interested in them. I have stoppedlooking at women lustfully, I just went on aregular business with them, at a point,. I wonder if she was feeling the same.When we were close to the entrance of the woods, I could hear that Illiana was starting to breath even faster, she was getting very turned on. Just like I had been, but today, I felt nice but sure wasn't there yet.And when we were close to leaving the woods, Illiana said, "Are we going out on the bike trail or do we turn back?" What do you want to do?" I asked. "This night is your night, remember!" Well, have you ever seen a biker on that trail at night?".