Wegot in and Olga sat between Tricia and myself. It was a large car butsomehow it seemed that her legs were frequently brushing against mytrousers. Sh... seemed oblivious to my discomfort. I didn't know what layahead tonight but it was clear that Olga was very much a part of MrPetrov's plans. If I upset her, I was sure our fat retainer andbusiness would disappear. The windows of the Mercedes were blackenedand I wasn't sure where we were headed. It seemed we were going on thehighway and thus out. It was the summer of that year that I fell off my bike and broke my arm.I had a pretty large cast on my arm, I couldn't get the cast wet so my mom suggested my dad shower with me to wash me wash and make sure my cast didn't get wet. I was pretty modest at the time but didn't think much about it at all.The first time we showered it wasn't long into the shower that I got extremely HARD! He assured me that it was normal and natural and to not be embarrassed. Honestly, I was a little embarrassed by. Her beautiful butter folds were hanging out in the right places for me that I cursed myself for not wearing an underwear and it was making quite a dent. As soon as everyone left I moved towards her and said we need to talk and she yes and still going on with her work of cutting the vegetables so I moved behind her to talk to her but I don’t know what was the problem was it the heat of the oven or smell of sex I knew she was wet I put my hands on her hips and I slowly started poking my hardness. Her voluptuous breasts were on full display, every delectable curve. Her long brown tresses draped over her shoulders, dangling in front of her shirt.I looked away quickly, hoping she didn’t see me staring as she swayed to the music from her headphones. I must admit, it was difficult concentrating on the task at hand as I occasionally glanced over to see her stretch and bend. It seemed as if she knew I was watching. By the time I finished mowing the front yard, I needed to adjust the stiffness.