.. describe ... please ... please ... please... “. Just to shut him up, I began to let my memories come out aloud. I was talking as I was rememberin... these moments: “that one fine morning, she rode the bus, sat in her usual chair, facing me, she was wearing torn pants, so torn, I could see the twists and turns of her sexy white legs. She knew I’ve been looking at her. She enjoys my indirect looks. She sat in a way that let the torn pants reveal as much skin as possible. I saw her thong. I even. I mumbled apologies and said I was very sorry as I covered myself with her pillow. Carla just smiled and said "it's ok, boys will be boys" I apologized again and left clutching her pillow to my cock. I went and cleaned up and got dressed. So many thoughts were running through my head. There was the sheer thrill of being seen like that by Carla, and the fear she would say something to my wife Sue. She had her phone out, did she take a picture of me? I thought probably not as I hadn't heard the. He wished that Lisawould want to have more kids. They had only Will, and Will was a fineson but Mike had always dreamt of having more children. The black womanseemed a world away, and a race away. "I got this cd player for fifty bucks up at the store. Surround sound,what do you think of that Mr. Richter?" Rod said to Mike. But Mike didnot answer, he was too busy watching the woman disappear, her fine assmoving off into the distance. "Looks like one of the kids left a cd inhere." The cd began. As she stepped closer she let her gown fade away leaving her bare to his gaze. His eyes swept over her and a smile spread across his face. Oh he is a handsome one, she thought. He raised himself up on one elbow as she stopped beside him but she placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him onto his back once more. "Wha...?" He started to speak and she leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss. Her lips moved against his softly at first then with more intensity as she felt him respond. Their.