She squeezed it gently and smiled. I was staring at the top of her cleavage down her dressing gown and Jean said what are you looking at? I said it l...oks to me like you have a lovely pair of breasts. She said believe me they're not. I said would you mind if I'm the judge of that. She looked at me with a look of doubt on her face. She said that's up to you but you'll be disappointed. I put my hand inside her dressing gown and on one of her tits. It felt soft and firm. I opened her gown and saw. Pulling up at traffic lights they shifted slightly, I was panting hard, "Oh I hope someone is there to meet me, I need fucking so hard" I thought. "Wow you filthy bitch" I turn to the voice, instantly wetter at his words. A white van in the lane at the right of me holds the owner of the deep voice, mid-late twenties blonde tanned and muscular, he's staring hungrily at my chest. Automatically I look down suddenly realising I'm teasing my nipples, I wonder how long I've been doing that, they're. His father had left his step mother for a younger women and he had to move back in with his birth mother (Ms. Keisha). I had not seen Ms. Keisha in about 2 years since high school gradutation. His Dad and Step Mom got a divorce abut 2 months ago. I remember Ms. Keisha as always being very protective of him and liked to snoop in his private affairs. This made him angry and I was sure that's why they got in a fight. I was not looking forward to being in the middle but I thought I would at least. He must have just finished working out but I took this as an opportunity. Stripping and walking into the bathroom I was nervous and afraid he would be mad. This being the first time being complete venerable to him. As I step in he just looked at me not saying a word he grabbed me and spun me around. Holding his cock against my ass he finely spoke. "I knew you would want more. But how much more do you want of me?"Slowly moving my ass against his cock I simply insured him I knew what we were.