"We dragged her out, giggling and protesting, and off we went. We had an interesting conversation in the car. She held my hand almost the whole way."A...e you really sure?" She asked softly, reaching up to stroke my cheek. I grabbed her hand and kissed it."Yes, we've talked it to death, and we're sure. I want to thank you for being my first. I'll try not to disappoint."She giggled, stroking the front of my pants."Oh, I think you'll do just fine."We met in the parking lot. Belle looked flushed,. As she turned to open the door, I held her hand and pinned her to the wall. I wiped her wet pussy with my fingers and inserted the finger in my mouth slowly, looking into her eyes.Me- Why are you scared? Saro. Why is your pussy so wet if you’re really scared?Saro- Mind your language, Ajay. I am ashamed of you. I will never let you see me naked. Leave me.Me- (laughing) Bitch, I’ve seen and tasted your pussy. I’ve seen and tasted your armpit. What is left? Don’t be funny, Saro.She got angry and. I told her I needed to spend some time with my clients; she stayed nearby to listen to me talk them through fixes and updates. I tweaked a few websites. I had a new idea for the Dealership website. I used my smartphone asking Cassie to pose for me, then put her on the website calling her "Mrs. Abe Carnahan" asking for blogs about her.They started almost immediately, including some over-the-top remarks. She saw the term 'MILF' over and over asking what it stood for. After I told her, she sat. Rhea’s height was about 5’5” and I was 5’7”. We looked fabulous together.She was well built and she did Zumba regularly and very particular about her diet. I was averagely built and jogged almost regularly and had flat abs and nice features. Rhea looked pretty in every attire she wore and she can carry any look. Urban chic, traditional.But I adored her, whenever she wore a shirt and jeans and tied the shirt at the end to make a knot on her ripped jeans. She was just a killer in her aviators.