My name is Mark and I’m a 42-year-old divorced guy with no kids.I was a lousy cook and prepared food is pretty cheap here so I was at a streetside c...fé when evening when a small skinny waif was going from table to table, begging for food. The Desi people just ignored the small person. I’m trying to lose weight and the portions were always bigger than I needed so I offered what was left. That got me a smile as the food was quickly eaten. I felt good.As I opened the door to my room, I heard. Then she told me she was gonna be home alone for a couple hours, and if I came over and succeeded at turning her on, I could have her. I went insane for sexual desire.I told her I'd see her in a little bit, quickly got off my computer, grabbed some rubbers and made my way to the car. The entire ride all I could think of was what I was about to do, with one of my hottest friends.I arrived at her house, hopped out of the car, and made my way to her door, I was so nervous, because as I said I was. This was really going to be fun.Mrs. Robinson told them to sit back, relax, and close their eyes, which they did obediently. She then left and joined us in the observation room. She set her clipboard down and then stood right behind me, looking into the room just over my shoulder. Then I felt a slight tickle as she brought her hands to my sides, rubbing slightly along my waist while I felt her hot breath against my neck. She had thought of everything.Just staring at the two girls on the bed. So caught up was she in the kiss that she didn’t notice his hand until it was on her breast. She had a split second of terror before he squeezed her tit. The solid construction of the bra stopped him from squeezing too hard but what little force he did exert was unbearable. The tacks shrunk in around her breast, pinching, pricking and biting her already tender skin. Amaya moaned as the pain overwhelmed her but Chris kept kissing her. In fact, he moaned with her.“Well,” he said when he finally.