I can’t sleep without servicing your cock master.’ You try to fight, what is happening, but you get hornier and hornier. All you can do is finger ...our dripping cunt like a dumb blonde bimbo. ‘Good,’ I say. ‘The package is for you. Why don’t you open it’ You take the package into your hands and open it to find a sexy little French Maid outfit. (DESCRIPTION PLEASE) Leaving the panties in the box, you put the outfit on, admonishing and relishing at the way you look. As you stand straight to model. Was she his wife??!! They looked more like a father and daughter. So was Manasa their daughter? I wondered. They whispered amongst themselves and then Mr. Lal came near me.Mr.Lal: This is my wife Suguna.Suguna extended her hand to shake. I was still digesting their relationship. How could a man of nearly sixty years have such a hot wife? I shook her hand and damn, it was smooth.Me: Welcome to the neighbourhood. I am Suhas.On hearing my name, she widened her eyes in surprise and tightened her. Everybody with you is probably going to drink too much to drive safely. I just want to be there to drive." You're just being controlling. You're around me all the time. You don't even give me a chance to breathe. I've always been an independent person but you seem to want to take that away from me."I threw that together on the spur of the moment because I just wanted a night out with my friends, my older-than-Jeff friends. I probably should have tried that but it didn't seem equal to the weight. YEEESS I wanted to. We kissed and groped and felt each other up through our clothes and fogged up the car real well. It was going my way till someone else pulled into our spot and we decided to leave ending the night. Our next date we did the same thing except I had come up with the idea to get the keys to our church building from dad's car. We worked on the church's buses so my dad had keys to the building. When it came time to park I had driven around to the church and she asked what we were.