The story I have to tell you started at noon yesterday and ended just after midnight. Twelve hours. The most incredibly intense twelve hours I've ever...spent, though I can't tell anybody about it. Except anonymously, which is why I'm writing this and hoping you will read it and enjoy it. There is only one other person who knows the whole story. That person is Tiffany, my Goddess. Tiffany is watching me as I write this. Actually, I have no idea whether or not She is watching. All I know for. It was different than the one she’d had before. It was a really nice, perfectly preserved vintage Schwinn, white and green, with brand-new tires and a wire basket on the front. He looked again: it had a thumb-lever bell. Carrie swiveled the handlebars, she was wearing a blue polo shirt, denim capris, and paint-spattered canvas slip-ons. Her hair was back in a ponytail and she looked fresh and wholesome. He thought it again: ‘Absolutely ridiculous.’ He asked, making conversation, ‘Did you get a. She must have caught the movement in the corner of her eye because she froze in place for a second. Then she withdrew a bit and he swore he could hear the pop as his Dad's cock slid from her mouth. She leaned back a bit and the boy could see his Mother's upper body, still in the lacey bra. She glanced up at his Dad, and then quickly at him. She smiled.He froze. "Oh shit!" he thought. "She sees me!" He stood there in shock, but his mother surprised him by looking up at her husband and. After dinner I said I must go but he said no please lets sit and chat for a while and we moved to the lounge. He chatted I pretended I was interested but just wanted to get out and go home. Then I felt uneasy as he turned his attention to me saying how he'd seen me at functions and how attractive I was and complimented me on my body and skin. Now I began to feel my stomach tighten has he stood up and sat close beside me on the settee. I told him I wanted to leave but he said you know your.