As I was walking toward the stairs, I heard Jo and Marie's whispering voices. "I don't know Jo, are you sure about this guy?" "Yeah. He's strong as a ...orse . . . you saw him. Now the question is . . ." the words faded away as I reached the stairs and began to descend. My heart was thumping from the adrenaline that charged my system. I was surely reading into things, especially in light of Marie's obvious contempt for me. Perhaps it was jealousy, I thought, and hurried on to finish. After. She was wearing a normal kurta and leggings; that itself was an instant turn on for me. She was giving instructions to her maid to clean the kitchen after cooking. We started chatting casually about cooking and my interests and so on. It went for about 15 minutes before I suggested having some wine for which she nodded a yes. We discussed about sex, extramarital affair and it was good to know she was having the same opinion to live life king size as you wish as long as there is limits and. Self deprecating, I hoped. "Here in Picksburg we laks the view from the Mount. How's that sound?" "What the hell's the Mount?" "Mount Washington, overlooks the city, pretty at night." She cuddled to me, it felt natural, as though she was totally comfortable with intimacy. My stomach churned, and my cock seemed to leap up. I sat there wondering whether to kiss her, make a move now, or try to be cool. She breathed "Lead on, MacDuff." I felt the pressure of her breasts on my arm.We ate at a nice. . She was pretty panicked by the end of the season and promising never to ever bet again and to never believe her dad when it came to football.In pity, and because there was a reason I never did argue about the pervert part, I offered her a way out. One final bet on the last game of the season, Broncos and the Raiders at Mile High or Coors Field or whatever the hell they called it. The Broncos needed the game to get into the playoffs. The Raiders had quit on their coach weeks earlier. This was.