The following weekend I was back in the bar with a couple of friends. Ben was there with a couple of buddies also. He asked to speak to me privately. ...e didn’t seem very happy, I also had to remember I couldn’t afford to get in any fights. Ben and I stepped outside. ‘You fucked my mother, you asshole. What the fuck is the matter with you?’ ‘Listen Ben, it was your idea. You said, ‘I’m not married! I got no girlfriend, no sister, what the fuck are you going to do? Fuck my old lady?’ Then you. . . we were like kissing for 10 whole minutes and he slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth and when our tongues touched . . . I thought my pussy was going to sound off like a siren. Then I felt has hand move up my stomach to my titties, and he was like eagerly touching and squeezing them and running his thumbs over the nipples making them both . . . pop up hard. Even though it was on top of my blouse, I could sure feel it like I was buck naked and topless. It was about this time that I. "I don't really know," she said apologetically, trying to control the desire to take a huge lungful of air.The woman grinned, shaking her head, her dyed auburn hair dancing. "You know, dear. You're the third college girl in here this week fawning over the BDSM stuff. What's the world coming to?" she asked, winking conspiratorially.Elaine glanced quickly around, confirming to her relief that she was in fact the only person in the store. "Do, um... Do you know anything about any of this?" Sure,. At first I did not get any responses from her but after a few days she used to smile back. I took it as a positive sign and started helping her and talking to her while she was taking the clothes from the terrace. I met her on the terrace and she asked me to help her in fixing here shower as it was leaking. I said I’ll come in the afternoon. At around 2 o clock I rang the bell and she opened the door. She was wearing a casual t shirt and pajamas. My eyes were stuck at her boobs which were.