Bob reached out and placed his hands on the outside of her thighs. Sliding them upwards beneath her t-shirt, he felt the smooth flesh of her hips. The...rate of his arousal increased severely as the shapeliness of her naked flesh against his palms started to register. He drew her hips towards him, his aching stiffness now throbbing. Their lips parted and Ali asked him to slide a little further down the seat. “Could you hold my t-shirt up for me, please Bob?” she asked him in whispered. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She stopped and turned back to the car before I could say a thing. I heard Marie curse in French, and then she pushed Paul at me.“Please, hold your son for a while, Greg.”Then she ran after Karen, and managed to stop her just before she was able to get back into her car again. I looked at them for a moment but then I turned my. Skinny, pale face, long blonde hair with a Mona Lisa smile. Nikk wanted it in the morning, she wanted it at lunch, she wanted it on the Harbour Bridge, I wanted it in the park, she wanted it in the backyard, she wanted me in bondage, I wanted her in bondage, we dressed up in corsets and heels and chased each other around my flat, we did it in my parents’ bed. It got way, way out of hand. We were living on coffee and nicotine. And we missed sooo much work. Then a drunken idiot of an old. “I could,” I said stepping back. My mind was saying no, don’t do it, but my body was saying shut the fuck up, bitch!Leon closed the door behind him and pulled me close to him. His lips smashed against mine, and now my body and mind were saying the same thing.I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me hard. Leon’s hands slid down my body, and both of them squeezed my ass. I was wearing the jogging pants that I wore around the house. He squeezed both my cheeks hard.“Knew you were an ass man,” I.