“Tiffany, you are not going out like that.”“Mom! God, you just don’t get it!”“Tiffany! I am your mother, and you cannot speak to me like t...at.”I looked down at my outfit. What was Mom’s problem? I was wearing a thin white tank-top and a hot pink bra. The bra was pretty clearly visible under the top, but that was the point.She was probably just jealous.“I’m just going out with my friends!”“With who? Brittany?”“No...”“Don’t lie to me, young lady.”I actually wasn’t lying. For some reason, the idea. Mrs. Suman and Mr. Jayesh are mostly available in the office for working hours. Mr. Arjun always stays out of the office for business work. Mrs. Suman is married and having a 10 years old daughter. She is quite bulky in the figure, black in color. But she wears clothes in the way that she looks sexy. Her melons are not even adjusting in her kurtis all the time. They are trying to pop out always.Mr. Arjun has the desire to have physical relation with Mrs. Suman but he never crosses his lines.. “Down there, past that light,” I instruct him. I don't bother buckling up, but instead slide closer to him, as he roars the car back to life. He pulls away from the curb and heads to where I directed him. Soft music fills the car, a jazzy tune that reminds me of my grandparents dancing in the living room when they thought no one was watching. He leaves the windows rolled down, as the night air is still humid, the breeze is a welcome relief. It stirs the scent of leather, new car smell and his. With one My hand I started to pet My still young well formed breast... I was feeling the waves of the water in the tube. After some time I started to feel them higher and higher, huge, caressing My body waves full with warm strength and nice calmness... Their waterfall took Me higher and higher and flush Me out far and far and away...??? ???????????????????????????????????????????????-----------------------??? ??? I made some coffee for Myself, took a small dish with biscuits and went out on.