Ab wo mere samne aadhi nangi khadi thi sirf penty me garmika time tha to me half pant me hi nikla tha jise use mera khada land saf pata chal raha tha ...r wo use dekh rahi thi or me uske boobs dekh raha tha. Tabhi wo achanak boli kesi lagrahi hun me, mene kaha bhabi kafi sexy lag rahe ho aap. Fir usne jo kaha wo sunke me shocked hogeya …. Usne kaha sirf dekhega ya kuch karega bhi, ye sunte he mene use kaske gale lagaliya or mera land uske jism se touch honelaga or uske boobs mere chest se chipke. .. really ... I don't know. I wish I had a better sense of what's going on inside of Megan. I just couldn't tell if she's angry, or hurt, or defiant, or just a normal teenage girl going through her own stuff in her own way ... wrestling with her hormones and all that." Do you think she's having sex?" I ... I don't know. Again, I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised. But, who knows? I'll just have to talk to her, soon. And I'll see what I can find out. I just hope I haven't scarred her in some. “Well you’re giving me quite the show, and I’m pretty sure the valet opening your door is going to get a better one,” I told her. “Do you have a problem with it? I mean you’re going to have tongues wagging walking in with me anyhow, because I’m pretty sure with it being Friday night there will be people who know me and your daughter here,” she said. Oh shit, I hadn’t thought about that. I knew a bunch of the college kids worked here as waiters and stuff, but it never occurred to me that I might. We found a series of small private dining areas now dark and deserted by the wait staff, so we entered one of the private dining areas and stopped by the wall as she turned toward me. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but after that dance, I just didn’t want to be around the others.”“Me neither,” I said as we stood closely, looking in each other’s eyes.As my husband and I have aged together, we’ve opened up more sexually to each other. We’ve spoken of our fantasies, watched porn, read sexy.