. I don't want to walk home. Would you ... give me a ride?"I still couldn't resist those eyes. Every time she batted them at me and asked for somethin..., I just melted. I waited for Jenny to finish her closing duties of filling salt shakers and ketchup bottles.She tried to start up conversation in the car, asking me how I'd been, complimenting me on my beard. I felt so awkward around her, I finally just asked her if we could skip the conversation. We rode in silence.I dropped her off at her. It was already a little late in the evening when we got there, the pool was empty, and the sun was going down, but that didn’t stop us from a casual swim, or at least we thought would be a casual swim. Once we got there I walked up to one of the pale tables and sat the towels down. I glanced over the pool a bit before looking back at her. When my eyes met hers, her eyes were already on my crotch. ‘Damn… Must have been an interesting walk over here.’ she said. ‘Well… you should have seen the. I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving in a public organization. I’m married and having two kids. My whole life is lustful indeed. As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or women with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncovered boobs and pussies from hidden places when they change costumes. I always find the chance to touch teats and. Mostly so I could be selfish and comfy while leaning back against him.The fresh air and breeze were doing me justice even though my clothes were soaked. So were his. He situated himself right behind me with his legs just outside of mine. After a relaxing embrace he began to undo my braids as he always did after a ride. We weren't done by any means but by the rain stopped at least my hair would be dry. Gently he removed the rubber bands at the bottoms of each braid and undid them with ease. He.