Shadow beat me to the garage, the line of softly shining bikes, the engine parts and motor oil, the hulking shape of expensive muscle cars under cover..., sleeping off their exercise.Shadow whimpered, trotting out of sight and back again I followed him, my heart blocking my throat, to find Jesse tucked as far into the back corner of the garage as he could manage. We was wearing jeans, undone, nothing else. His hair was a total mess, blue eyes looked up at me and the horror there was like a slap. ." He reached around with both hands and began mashing Becky's breasts together. Becky groaned and tried to reach behind her to touch Mark, but she almost lost her balance and brought her hands down on the back of the couch to steady herself. "So big...so thick..." she moaned. Mark moved his hands back down to Becky's hips, and roamed over her flat stomach. After what seemed like another few minutes, Mark began groaning loudly and started thrusting faster and harder. "Here it comes, Becky, here. Why else might I have chanced to visit London andWhitby at such an opportune time? I had been given a second chance. Ihad been given the most unique of opportunities ... I could relive myappointment with Antony on the barge. Somewhere out there, he stillexisted. He might not be a HE any longer, of course. That might actuallybe for the best, I realized looking down at my heavy, stout, wrinkledframe. I was no longer a queen. Cruel fate had cast me in this portlyprison!But no matter what shape he. .after which I went to my room for a nap..All the way I wasn’t able to sleep after then..I was just remembering her navel..I said “wow..what a beautiful navel”..I decided that I should taste this navel by any means…I woke up in the evening and came out into hall..I saw Shweta watching some show on tv..and upon seeing me she stood up and said..”hope you had a nice sleep Mohan”..how could have I said that it was a nightmare..just thinking of her sexy navel..thinking that I said “Yes Shweta” and.