It was nearly 9 pm as Andrea was getting ready , she wore her best dress , a black top , with a deep cleavage cut , waist fit and short from down , bu... looser than the other one , it was backless and tube top , she was looking sexy , she applied some make up and some red lipstick , as she asked me ” Amit , Raj wants you bike keys , he wants to ride your bike with me ” , I asked ” how the hell will I come ? , Why is he taking you , why can’t he go with his wife there ? ” Andrea shyly and in an. Just him, his bike, and the road; answering to nobody.He pulled up to her house; she came out, a frown plastered on her pretty face. She was dressed to kill, a tight black dress slit dangerously up the side, giving him the briefest glimpse of a garter, it dipped low in the back, hugged her throat in the front. Her copper hair was piled on her head, a few errant strands falling seductively around her face."You look gorgeous," he smiled as his eyes roamed over her.It is wasted on you buddy!" she. “My name is John,” he said, reaching out his right hand. I instinctively took the hand and shook it. My hand, while larger than the typical female hand, was smaller than his, and I gripped his hand firmly as my parents had taught me. “I’m Aya,” I replied. “Aya,” mused John, “What a lovely name. Where does it originate from?” “It’s a Japanese name. My parents are from Japan.” I know I don’t look pure Japanese, so I explained: “Well my father is British but he studied in Japan for almost two. Afterward I’d get cleaned up and go down to enjoy her company. We’d talk until she had to get ready for my son. One day, while watching her, one of her hands came up to a breast and began teasing the nipple. After a while her hand moved over to her other breast. What I had thought to be prominent nipples before, now stood very hard and swollen. The skimpy bikini now failed to cover them. Mona pushed the material aside and began playing with her breasts. I seemed to lose my ability to breath. A.