She was a young nice girl, in her late twenties; she had recently married.Her name was Carla and I had always had the hots for her; but she was too yo...ng for me; so I just dreamed about one day I could fuck her.I dropped Anita at Carla’s shop and went to a coffee shop, since she told me I should be back in one hour. In time I went back, parked my car just in front of the shop and knocked at the door. Carla opened and she smiled at me, saying Ana won’t be long.I sat down watching.As I listened. I chatted amiably, and let her think that I had forgotten. I hadn't forgotten. I never forget.When dinner was cleared and cleaned up, Sandy started to get comfortable in front of the TV. "What are you doing?" I asked."Watching TV," she replied."No you're not. You've got a major corrective action coming and it's coming now. Get upstairs."Meekly Sandy turned off the TV and went up to the bedroom. Knowing what I expect, she was kneeling naked at the foot of the bed when I entered the room.. I also told him to wake Sahana up and tell her that he is no more sitting next to her and it is me a stranger instead, which the old man felt valid and woke her up and informed. She opened her eyes looked at me and closed her eyes and cuddled her legs up and might have slept. I sat down and was thinking how to touch her more than an hour passed without any action.Around arsikere, Sahana extended her legs little short of touching me. I knowingly kept my hand on the side in a way my little finger. Mike was awake, but she blew past him and ran upstairs to change. At James' apartment, her panties had gotten soaked. In her bedroom, she grabbed a new pair, just before Mike caught up with her.Moments later, in the bathroom, she realized new panties wouldn't be enough. She smelled of arousal—and maybe of James, too. She couldn't risk it; she had to shower.Anticipating that Mike might try to follow her into the bathroom, she locked the door. She wasn't ready to see him. She had to pull herself.