Wechatted across the room and mom asked me something thatmade me really think. She asked if she had notinitiated the sex, would I have ever considered...it.I was honest, telling her I had wanted to have sex withher since I was 12, when I used to see her walk aroundthe house in a short gown, or when I would by chancesee her expose a breast, change clothes and I’d see hernude, or when she would walk around the house clad inonly bra, slip and panties, the days she had gotten offwork and rushed. Therefore, let me go Sir…. please.” She pleaded.I thought that only problem of her was that wife would get to know this. Otherwise she was willing to do so.I explained her “Don’t worry Chitra… she will not get to know… you don’t want to scared”I pushed my knee further between her legs. She was still kneeling down position. My force was able to spread her legs little bit. Her breathing was heavy. I touched her small boobs over the T-shirt. She was shivering with the fear and hidden ecstasy. I. I was her first betrayal, yet she still admitted an element of guilt.That guilt gradually faded over our two clandestine encounters at what we called our ‘half-way hotel’. The gaps between those joyous sessions could only be filled with my hopeful dreams.But, for now, here is Sara, having travelled over one-hundred miles just to give herself to me, lifting me to a euphoria beyond any dream.Caught up in the thrall of her being here, naked, just for me, I stroke her tenderly. My hand slowly. He moved back a step, still holding her upper arms, and gazed appreciatively at her standing before him topless. He cupped one breast, bent over and sucked on the nipple. He then repeated the same to the other breast and nipple. She watched. She shivered. She watched the black face and mouth at her white breast. The youth … the contrast … the confidence he now showed … my God! She shivered, again.He looked for the clasp of her skirt and she sucked in an anticipatory breath that she found.