I know it's wrong, but I've never felt like this before. I think you feel it too." She was right, I did feel it too. "So what now?" I was confused by ...y continuing desire for her. "I think I should go. I'm not being fair, but at least you know the truth now. I've been a fool, I'm sorry Pedro. Please forgive me." "But the tornado?" I reply, my heart arguing with my brain. She shrug's her shoulders and slowly opens the door, and without another word she's gone. Opening the last of my beer's I. I stopped picking up hitch-hikers years ago but something made me slow. With a Swedish flag sown to the side pocket of his pants and bulky backpack forcing him to stoop forward, this guy looked like he really needed a break. So I stopped. Annie, my wife, looked at me quizzically. “Why did you stop this time?’ she asked. ‘No special reason. I can just relate to his situation, we’ve got plenty of space, he might be interesting … and he looks like a nice guy.’ To be honest, I really didn’t know. I started kissing her, holding her head lovingly, she started to press my head against hers and biting my lips and tongue.We explored each other’s mouth for a long time, sucking and biting each other. Then I slowly started to suck her boobs which were still in the saree. I was pressing it hard, she started to moan aaahhhhh .. Mmm. She then unhooked the saree and the bra. Her boobs were saggy but I loved the shape and the color of her areolas, her nipples were hard. I started to massage her bare. Becky must have noticed me drifting to thoughts of Ashley and the growing bulge in my pants because she said, "You wouldn't fuck my daughter, would you?" I told her I had noticed her little girl was growing up, but we'd been friends for too many years. Becky said she had a proposition for me. To my surprise she said she had discussed this with her husband, Mike, and they had come up with a solution to solve the whole problem. Becky said if I promised not to fuck her daughter she would service.