He massaged the flesh that wasn’t as firm as it used to be but I loved him for not noticing or not caring. His fingers slipped between my cheeks. He...hand slid lower and one of his fingers joined mine in my pussy. Together we massaged all of my sensitive areas. My moans were eaten up by the music. I was beyond caring about the people moving around us although I doubt that anyone noticed since we were only moving to the rhythm of the music and our fingers we well hidden under my skirt. But I. As he came into full view I became aware of the very snug cycling shorts he was wearing (the guy who invented lycra deserves a Nobel prize). They showed off his very athletic figure very nicely indeed. As he drew level with me my eyes were drawn to his arse, which seemed to be trying to devour his shorts. I briefly imagined burying my face between those glorious cheeks, when he turned round and caught my glance. I knew instantly he knew I'd been checking him out and hurriedly looked away.In. Mark was clearly loving the sensation of driving the car. The heavy rumbling of the engine accentuated his broadening smile as we drove along the main road, the wind in our hair, and the sunshine on our shoulders. I showed him how to use the manual gear change on the automatic gear stick, and for the briefest of moments, his hand brushed mine, sending an unexpected spark of electricity through my body. I looked at him approvingly and said, “You DO look good in this car”. He smiled, and looked. Right?" Yes. That's what I had asked her," I said, still a little confused."She did say, you two had agreed about that." Yes," I replied."Anyway," my mom continued, "She said she already had a person who had given a deposit on your apartment." Wow!," I said rather surprised. "She doesn't let any grass grow between her toes. Does she." Things like that do happen," Lindie commented. "We had to move out over a weekend once." Sadly she added, "But it wasn't our choice though." Your landlord.