She did have that classy aura about her. Elegant. Well educated and well spoken. I wanted for the longest time to drain my balls in her. I dreamed abo...t what it would be like to fuck her, wet dreams. Sometimes when I would be fucking my girlfriend I would close my eyes and pretend that it was Mary that I was fucking. Any way Mary’s husband would go out of town often and I would take care of the lawn or whatever else he wanted me to tend to. I would often finish the project and then sit with. I guess that is why I am still a virgin. Bryce could have had any girl in the world. Hell, he could have a different girl every night if he wanted. But Bryce was not that way. He was picky. He was not a lady’s man. Never was. He was the guy that was like a brother to every girl he met. He was the guy that every girl wanted, but was told, “We can just be friends” by so many because they were afraid to get involved with him, even though they knew it would be. My heart started beating fast and my mind is encouraging me to make her my friend. After sometime I slowly reached their table. I asked my friend who is a press reporter to take the photo of the boy and to take interview. I asked that boy about his details. He was sttudying in a central school and he is Akhil and introduced his mother to whom i wanted to talk. Her name was vaidehi and she smiled and introduced her self that she escorted her son as they came from another town. Next day morning. Not wanting them to see me sitting on the stairs and know that I had been listening to their sexual conversations, I hurried to get up but my foot slipped on the stairs. Nearly falling down the stairs in my haste to leave without them seeing me, I made such a racket."Tommy?" She sounded angry. My mother walked over to the stairs with my aunt. "What are you doing there? Were you spying on us? Were you listening to our private conversation? How dare you? Get down here right this second," said my.