As David made his way back to home his mind raced through the last 24hours, to the latest argument with Christine last night. Her over-the-top reacti...n to him staying late at work. So what if he couldn't pickher up from happy hour with the girls? She had a ride home anyway.More and more, it seemed that there was nothing he could do to satisfyChristine. But his Mom for some reason seemed to like her. Thatknowledge made him doubt his own feelings; maybe he was missingsomething. Maybe he. .” he said, nodding his head delaying conversation until he knew what she was going to do.He found out soon enough.“What does that mean?” Gina asked. “‘You know?’ I don’t know! You tied her up, and then what?”He realized that she was most probably near-sighted, or not wearing her contacts. He decided to be direct and spoke frankly. “It means that we fucked! Oh, there would be a slight struggle as she tried to fight me off--that was part of her thing--I mean her rape fantasy. But we fucked until. As she bounded up the stairs in front of him he saw her ass was so toned that it didn’t jiggle in her jeans. They entered, he got her a bottled water and she sat at the counter as he sprinkled on the last layer of cheese. ‘So you cook?’ ‘Yeah, it’s one of my passions. You like to eat?’ ‘Who doesn’t? I love lasagna.’ ‘Want to stay for lunch?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Let me get this in the oven then I’ll take you downstairs.’ ‘Ok.’ She paused to let the small talk end gracefully then said, ‘That video!’. I gave a sad smile, simply nodded in such a way as to say ‘I know’ and to express my regret for something that was impossible. But I felt an erection forming in my pants as I gazed unblinking into her ebony eyes and enjoyed the feel of her cool skin on mine. I wanted to say ‘there must be a way’, I wanted to pull her into my arms in this hidden corner, but did not find the courage. Sita then turned my hands over, palm upwards, brought them up to her breasts, and pressed on my hands, holding.