As soon as we checked into the room, we were all over each other. I fucked her in every position conceivable and promised her that she would be walkin... like a cowboy by the time we checked out.We had dinner at a restaurant together that evening, and then found a local bar featuring an entertaining one-man band. We introduced ourselves as husband and wife and laughed at our naughty secret. When we returned to the room, we went straight to the bed. She reminded me that Phil had requested photos,. "but... I'm still in... what about these clothes?" No need to worry your pretty little head, my car is in the drive and it's getting dark." she reached for my reluctant hand and whisked me towards the hallway as fast as my heels would carry me. Before I had fully grasped what was happening I was bundled into the back of her Mercedes and we were speeding down the street.---An hour later, we were in the impressive drawing room of her huge house, Mrs Taylor was seated comfortably in a high backed. Sumechi, please forgive me. It was my fault. You mustn’t tell this to mother.’ I pleaded.She kept quiet till we reached home when she saw mother she smiled and answered my mother’s questions very friendly as always Seeing that, I heaved a sigh of relief and immediately left the scene. Next day was a Saturday. There was no class for both Sumechi and myself. Not having seen Sumechi till evening, my mother asked me to go and enquire what she and her mother were doing. I went there, but couldn’t. I bent as if instinctively, and pressed my full lips onto his furrowed brow, as trying to suppress the wrinkles that were not there, as I stooped, my hanging breasts were in full view as the fabric opened with its loose fitting, my erect nipples breathing air, hardened by their exposure to such young eyes, I stood back up and continued my short journey to the wall mirror, my buttocks now in view, I stopped and admired my calm demeanor, the reflection showing him locked onto my fleshy rear, I.