Chetan: Yes, baby, I mean every word I said.Chaitna: You really care about my mom?Chetan: Yes, I do.Chaitna: And you love her?I didn’t reply immedia...ely as to how to answer it. But I thought this was my moment and I should seize it.Chetan: Yes, baby, she is a very lovely person. What’s not to love about her?Chaitna didn’t reply for a while. I thought I made a mistake and now I will lose Chaitna as well. But then I saw Chaitna typing something.Chaitna: I thought about what you said a lot. I know. Reaching up almost to my prick, she quickly stroked my upper thigh, and removed her hand.“Maybe some other time, Lori,” I said to her. I wondered if she caught the double meaning.While the three girls chatted to each other, I sat back, enjoying having Cathy on my lap, and an arm around Lori’s waist. It didn’t take all that long to reach the Mosman wharf, where we could see the boat waiting for us.It was larger than I had thought, with a large interior saloon, and an open deck at the stern.. ”“Shut up,” he said. “We have no time for your trivial gibberish.” He waved his hand again, and the events on the screen continued.The old black man looked angrily over his shoulder as a heavily modified Mustang drive into view. The car was amazing. The body was a custom pewter color. It had flat black racing stripes, rims, and brake calipers.The car had Brembo brakes with cross drilled and slotted rotors. The rotors themselves were odd. They weren’t round. They were shaped almost like. Red Symons was his obnoxious self, the jokes were corny, but it was fun sitting with Karen, watching some mindless entertainment. At one stage, she lay down on the sofa, with her head in my lap. She didn’t object when I slid a hand inside her top and started caressing a lovely breast. She responded by turning over slightly, so that as well as having a hand inside her top to caress a breast, I could slide a hand inside her pants, and slowly rub her pussy. It didn’t take long before we decided.