I could see this was going to be like pulling teeth. I figured she was still pissed at me for being such an asshole earlier."Look," I said, "I'm sorry...about what happened before. I don't know what gets into me sometimes." I know what gets into you, Sam. Too much coke and too much booze." You're right, baby. I'm going to cut back ... starting now."She gave me a mournful look. "Oh, Sam, could you?" For you, baby, anything." I diverted my eyes from hers and plopped them back on the road.She. This is not a just a sex story but an erotic story filled with love, fun, and care. Well to start with, first let me introduce my self. I am Ashwani. I am from Chandigarh. I live here with my family. This is an experience of last year. Once my mother was not well. So I had to take her to the doctor.First few days I got her to our local doctor to whom we often go for treatment. But even after a few days of treatment and medicine, she didn’t get well. So I decided to take her to a big reputed. Her breasts were medium size and beautifully shaped, the nipples – when she was aroused – were large and protuberant. Her waist was trim, her belly flat, and her hips curved nicely down to well-shaped legs. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the arch of her back and her firm, nicely formed buttocks. She knew men looked at her with lust in their eyes when she wore tight jeans. She had fine, long, straight brown hair that fell almost to her waist and an extremely pert face. Her looks were. ‘Shall we take a taxi?’ he asks. ‘Why should we,’ I reply — I’m arrogant, I know, but I can’t help it. ‘Why do you have to leave without a trick?’ he shoots back. He’s black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes. He knows there’s no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself. He’s winning. He hails a cab. ‘Where’s going,’ the cab driver asks. ‘Home,’ he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand.