By the way, your profile pic, is that your legs?Vidya: yes, it is.Me: it’s so pretty. Makes me wonder how you look like. You must be hot.Vidya: I co...sider myself normal though.Do you smoke up?Me: not always, sometimesVidya: oh you should try it. It’s so much fun. I am so high right now. It brings your creative and wild sideMe: sounds great. Maybe next time we can smoke up together when we meet that is. So tell me, what can I do for a pretty lady like you?Vidya: you know what it isMe: I know. The events of this morning had been more than a physical or sexual experimentation for me. I quickly realized that this morning's events represented a significant emotional event to me. The intimacy that Gary and I shared earlier, which led to powerful orgasms for both of us, had resulted in a very real emotional connection from my perspective. I had no idea what Gary was feeling at this moment. I needed to find out.I feared that I was about to learn a valuable lesson in the difference between. “This little lady, this rich bitch is the most sexy and depraved wife and mom I have ever met,” John was thinking. “She let me fuck the shit out of her in my lap and at the same time she was blowing up her son in front of everybody.” John pulled his huge hands away from her mauled tits, letting the two mounds of bruised flesh move about in freedom, her skin tingling where he released his pressure. He slid his hands down and grasped her firm asscheeks, lifting her up and dislodging. She hadn't gotten heavy with age; nor would you ever describe her as model thin. When I saw her naked, she had a little pooch in her stomach that was rather erotic; it just made her look very real without making her look fat. Her copper hair and perceptive eyes warranted a more "alluring" look.As we drove, I kept one eye on the road, but couldn't help but glancing over every thirty seconds or so to check out the gap between her blouse buttons and try to see what I wasn't supposed to be seeing,.