Unse milna bada rahi thi kuch kaam na ho tobhi unse bate karne ka moka nahi chodti thi.Ek din school se ghar jate time raste pe kisne muzhe piche se a...az di.Mene piche dekha to wo hi the asif.Ajj pahali bar hum school ke bahar mil rahe the.Bate karte karte hum mere ghar pe aa gaye.To mene unhe ghar pe invite kiya to mana karne lage.Phale to unhone na kaha par mere force karne par aa gaye.Mom dad dono job karte the aur sis enginering kar rahi thi to uska college din bhar rahta tha to eveing tak. He took her hand and slowly placed her over his knees in the time honored position. On many levels she was a mature, confident and capable woman. One who had earned the respect of friends and associates alike by her accomplishments and grace. Yet, an integral part of her was a little girl, one who sought out and needed both the nurturing and structure issued by someone who she trusted and respected. She needed this to be complete, to be fulfilled as a person. For when she was in this position,. "That's the same guy that followed me around at the last party."He shook his head. "That could be any one of a hundred people Carol. Jesus Christ, do you think every guy at my office wants to fuck you? My God you're almost forty! Jesus Carol you are seriously paranoid!" Then he returned to reading his papers.Fuck, the shit head doesn't even think that I'm attractive enough that other men would want me! When we finally got home and Richard went in to shower I took his cell phone and looked to. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her."Mark," she purred. "I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?"I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove.