She continued her race, spending time at each knot. When she finally reached the tree, I recorded her time fifteen minutes, forty-two seconds.I helped...her off the rope then took the clamps off her tits and cut the ties releasing her wrists. I sat her down by Brit and Kacy. As I left to go back to Wren, I heard her comment to the other two. “You win Brit. You lasted the longest on the rope.”I turned back to them. “What?”“Sorry, you weren’t supposed to hear that. The three of us bet each other. The rain had just stopped pouring and the weather was as pleasant as it gets. It was the afternoon but didn’t seem like it and with clouds hanging above it was a cool and breezy. I was sitting in my balcony, with my guitar, and enjoying the weather. As I stood up and looked down below from the 5th floor, I saw a couple of aunties from my apartment block sitting and chatting in the garden of our complex. From the top I could identify one of them as Nandana. Our paths have crossed before a couple. She kneaded his biceps, neck, shoulders and back muscles, working downwards. Candy found Zack’s sore spots easily, it was her job as a professional massage therapist. Candy’s expert hands attacked and untied the muscle knots. Her fingers eased the constriction and the loosened tissue received the unrestricted surge of healing blood flow. Zack cycled between sharp inhaled breathes and elongated moans of relief. Zack’s backside was completed all the way to his heels, Candy whispered warm. In the cab, I made her sit beside me on a condition that she won’t talk to her bf in my presence. She obeyed and we were sitting side by side, our legs touching each other, our faces close to each other. I always felt to grab her head to me to kiss it violently by squeezing her boobs to pinch her erected nipples over the kurti. However, I was still a good guy, just waiting for the right moment to come. We used to stare at each-other’s eyes, and we knew that we had a connecting but waiting one.