My friend’s wife just turned around shyly and bent over the terrace wall. But I was still feeling awkward to pull her leggings down and expose her a...s.I guess she understood this. She herself tried moving her leggings down while in a bending position. Half of her ass was visible now.I encouraged myself to pull it lower and pulled her leggings along with her panties down till her knees. Then I pulled my denims down till my knees too and pulled the foreskin of my penis back and moved close to her. So, I knew roughly where she lived. Despite being in the same neighborhood, Charlotte’s house was bigger than my mom’s. The exterior design was similar, the only difference was the extra rooms and total floor area.When I reached, I noticed her driveway was empty. I stayed in my car and anxiously waited for her to come back. My palms were already sweating from the intense anticipation of what was promised of. God, I still couldn’t believe that Charlotte had actually wanted me to come over her. ‘Before you get nervous, as men often tend to do about these things, I’m not looking for a husband, I’m not really sure I’m even looking for a relationship, at least not one with any long term potential. Bluntly, my success in the long term arena is decidedly dismal and now I’m realizing that you’ve had your trials and tribulations in that area. And I guess it’s more my fault than…no, it’s not all my fault. It’s just that men, a lot of men, have unrealistic expectations. Look, I…’ ‘Jillian,. Their breath mingled, becoming one.“You couldn’t let me, could you?” Xavier asked tenderly.“Not in a million years,” Ayn confirmed, the solemnity of his words, a stark contrast against the ragged moans escaping his mouth. “Fill me up, Xav, and don’t you ever dare doubt me.”Xavier laughed. It was easy to forget about the storm ahead, as he drove himself deep into his lover’s body, giving him what he wanted. What they both wanted.Edgar was standing bent over the car engine, while Marcus was.