I started slowly pressing my penis on her thigh and continued sniffing her neck. I was hugging just below her boobs. She had held my hand such that I ...ould not touch her boobs. I pressed her fleshy sides and was dry humping her thigh with my penis ready to explode.Mom: you should go to your wife soon.Me: why?Mom look at you. You are humping me like a dog. Pervert.Me: this feels nice. Different. Doesn’t feels the same with my wife.Mom: you know it’s not supposed to feel like this. You are my. “No, it’s not mine, perhaps it’s Jan’s,” I replied, “Why don’t you come in and I’ll ask Jan.”Just then, Jan came naked and dripping wet into the living room. “Oh, company,” she said, not even trying to cover herself up and not in the least bit embarrassed. “Is this your mobile?” I asked her. “Yes it is, and thanks for bringing it to the room,” she replied, then turning in my direction, gave me a wink.“Get the lad a beer,” she said to me, “Sit down, you will have a beer?” “Sure,” replied the. I slowly started moving my hands towards her boobs. I must say that this part of girl’s body that I love the most. I started to press her boobs from outside of her shirt. Then I moved my hands inside and grabbed her boobs. She said no don’t do this. It is not right. Then finally after my persuading she gave up and let me play with her boobs. I removed her shirt and kept my mouth on one nipple and started sucking on it. With my hand I kept squeezing the other nipple and she got really excited. You’re delusional. Let me tell you something, Jack. I spent five years on the road surviving by my wits so don’t think I’m an idiot. Why the hell should I pay you almost list plus my husband’s Honda? There’s no way that’s going to happen. I’m thinking 100 plus the Honda and, before you say you can’t do it, here’s a question. How often do you sell two cars in a single morning? Never—that’s how often. So get me a manager or we’re going to Wilmington or Florence or somewhere else where they really.