We decided to meet in a Subway and it was near to her place. I must say she was very bold as I am Hindu and she is Muslim. That was the best time of m... life. I never loved anyone like that. Now when we left from subway, I was thinking to get that smooch again, we took a auto and started for her place. I dint even realize that how dangerous it could be. The moment we sat inside, I kept my hand on her shoulder and slowly I moved them on her boobs. The moment I pressed her boobs , we both got some. ‘Patricia, you must know how my feelings for you have deepened over the past few months, I think I’ve fallen in love with you Trish!’ David had spoken the words of his heart at one of his ‘rendezvous of the rose’ meetings. She had looked away for a moment, as he saw a rushing blush of crimson sweep up the side of her neck. He watched her sitting there her features softly caressed by the flickering candlelight, thinking she must be the loveliest woman in the world. Like the siege of some vast. He picked up the bottle and poured something on his hands. He then proceeded to massage both my feet. I couldn't believe what this old salesman was doing. I also couldn't believe how good it felt. I had never had a foot massage, or any kind of massage, but as his hands skillfully worked over my once-aching feet, I felt my whole body beginning to relax.This was great.There was just one problem.For some reason I couldn't comprehend, I was feeling a bit aroused. He was at least as old as my. And even though he was trying to hide the fact, it was apparent his gaze was locked on my tits each time.A soft ding sounded and the seatbelt sign turned off. He looked my way again and I turned slightly, waiting for his eyes to reach my face. I gave him a huge smile and tilted my head to the side, indicating the rear of the plane. His face showed no reaction.I then unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up. As I made my way toward the back of the plane and the cramped bathrooms, I could feel myself.