Why are we doing this?" "Because, Nisha, Because it feels good," I responded, and kissed her again, and of course, she responded. The smell of her...perfume was girly and it was driving me crazy. My tongue sought her and she responded. She wasn't struggling at all, and wasn't pulling away from me. I slowly ran my hands all over her back and in the process the skirt and top gave way and at times I could feel my hands on her bare skin, that soft velvety touch of her thighs, and on the fleshy. So here I am walking up the stairs behind her as she’s talking and me looking up the crack of her ass with those nice jeans on as it swayed. Inside the bathroom, its small and I took my usual seat first on the side of the bathtub. She pulled off her jeans with her ass facing me and I got a look at her asshole as she quickly sat on the toilet and streamed her golden flow. She was talking, I was listening, but all I heard was the voice of Charlie Browns teacher, you know…”whaa whaa whaa” My dick. I was stunned. Then he saw me. His expression of shock and then resentment. "Mother ... how could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?" Well, you've still made me look foolish." he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, "anyway I've really missed you.His lips offer me a forgiving kiss and I respond.Guy makes that kiss far deeper than. “Well, I’m about to ask my girlfriend to marry me, to pop the question,” he said. “I was hoping that right after that, when you resume playing, you could play something appropriate for us?”“Sure, not a problem,” I replied. “I think I know just the right one. What’s her name, and yours? You will have to let me know if she says ‘yes’, too.”“My name’s Pete,” he said, “and her name is Donna.”“No worries, Pete, we’ll do something special for you,” I said, shaking his hand.“What are you going to.