I mean what more private place in a house is there than the parent’s bedroom? Then she closed the door. That didn’t seem odd to me either. She wan...ed privacy, right? I mean who wants witnesses when you’re going to cut somebody’s balls off?She walked to the middle of the room and paced around a little before turning and facing me. I have to mention here that Mrs. Miles was a nice looking woman. She was probably in her mid thirties or so and had her hair styled like Farrah Fawcett. Donna’s. Sandra stood up and gracefully shed her dress. She was commando and his earlier assessment was confirmed. His girlfriend was lovely without clothes but this woman was gorgeous! Better than the finest mature porn star he’d ever beat off to.“This is the final test. You are to have sex with me. Your girlfriend says you are quite competent so I expect your best. I realize we have just met so take your time.”Even more stunned, but not so much that his young and eager phallus wilted, Tom followed. Just then Jasmine leaned further forward, no doubt enhancing the down blouse view for the barista but simultaneously raising the dangerously short skirt an inch or two.I nearly dropped my book. The base of Jasmines beautifully round and pert bum cheeks apppeared below the hem of he skirt, but much more cock hardening was that she wasn't wearing panties, and I, and probably most of the other customers could do nothing more than stare at the beautifully plump and compact shave snatched that. Once I’d had my hair done, had paintedmy nails and packed my bag that was it, I began thelong but oh so exciting drive north.I love those drives. It gives me lots of time to thinkabout what we’ve done and said before, and toanticipate the pleasures to come, not the least ofwhich is just seeing Alan again. I turn the radio up,sing along to the loud music and wear a permanentsmile. It probably goes without saying that I chainsmoke as I drive. Whenever I reach a junction or getcaught.