When we arrived at my car, a two seater BMW zs4 with a soft top, she turned to me."I was going to ask, your car or mine?" She giggled, "But seeing you...s though, I think the choice has been made for us, I have always wanted a ride in something like this."I smiled and held the passenger door open for her and she elegantly squeezed herself into the wrap around bucket seat. I got in the other side and drove her to the nearest Starbucks. While I queued for a skinny latte for her and a black coffee. To my complete and utter surprise... who should suddenlywalk straight into the kitchen without any warning... yes... My mother!With Helen and Madeline half drunk and giggling by the bench and metittering at the table, dressed from head to toe as a feminine littlegirl... with a ribbon in my hair... make up on my face and a wine glassin hand like the other two women...We had completely forgotten about the time! I was supposed to havechanged back into my track suite ages ago... Oh Shit!Mum looked. Rachana: Is there anything wrong with me? Why aren’t you looking in my face while talking?Me: Oh nothing’s wrong, it’s just that I’m little shy talking to beautiful women.Rachana blushed with a beautiful smile and thanked me for the compliment. She now lifted her arms to fix her hairs. This was the first time I got to see her beautiful milky armpits and part of her blouse was wet due to her sweat. I also got a nice glimpse of her nectar navel which was very deep.Exploring every inch of her body. I had won the role of Portia. The headof soccer was furious. I had been at the school for months now, withoutsetting foot on a soccer pitch, which was the reason I was there.As with many schools, there always seems to be a conflict between artsand sport. I just stayed out of it as best I could. When I was put onthe spot I just said that I missed sport but I wanted to take advantageof a special opportunity in a big one-off production. In truth, I didnot care for soccer and only wanted to.