He was gorgeous to look at and since we had started naughty chatting a month before I knew he would not object to my intrusion. I quietly moved onto t...e bed, slipping my naked body between the sheets. He was so warm, his breathing slow and steady. I moved closer, dipping my tongue into his ear. His reaction was instantaneous; he grabbed me and pulled me over him. His lips found mine and he kissed me fiercely. My lips parted and our tongues dueled, we both wanted more. Already our breathing was. It feels good to touch it. I streach the panties tightly around it and can see its outline through the soft nylon. The shape of the head and the veins of the underside. Mmmm it looks so nice. Then I see a small wet spot beginning to soak through the panties. I can see the little hole as the panties become transparent through the wet spot and there's a drop of precum soaking through the panties. I stick my tongue out to taste it. No! You shouldn't! Yes! I want to! Thoughts run through. Should you decide you don't want a bike," she said.I gave her the thirty dollars. Then climbed on the bike and tried it. The bike wasn't quite as tall as the ones I saw around town, It was however a good fit for me. The bike didn't have a lot of speed, but it took the hills like a burro. I was sure he had done something to the gearing. It should have run faster on the flat and been harder to pedal going up hill. I did not complain for the mountain community it was ideal. I had to rest going. The incident that I’m about to describe happened around 10 years back when I was 22. I had just been married and was staying with my husband in Bombay. We were living in a comfortable 2BHK flat in Mulund and life was good and enjoyable. My husband was, like me, adventurous by nature and had a great sex drive and we used to enjoy our sex life. I was at that time a housewife and had vague plans of seeking a job but was not really in any hurry to do so. Coming down to the incident that I’m about.