“I’m gonna go out on a limb, Vivian. I think you get off on the idea of an overheated, horny worker having his way with you. I think you’d respo...d quite favourably to a calloused smack on that sweetly toned ass. I’ll even bet that you’d like a couple of holes filled, along with some routine maintenance. But first we need to secure the worksite.” Rubbing his pussy-soaked fingers around in my mouth, he led me to the sofa in the adjacent living room, where I had left some bike repair crap strewn. I was a responsible grown-up after all.“That wasn’t very smart, was it?”“No, but it was fun.”It was my turn to laugh. “I bet it was. How old is she?”“Thirty-five and very hot looked a bit like you.”“Oh, really, but I’m ten years older. What happened to her?”“She left town, I guess the cops are looking for her but I’m not saying a word and that’s why my parents are so upset.”“I see; you are protecting her. That’s admirable but she did something wrong.”“Sure, in the eyes of the law, but I liked. Had she gone too far? Maria then asked THAT question! “Amy? Are you OK?”Unseen to the older woman, Amy smiled, “Never better!” And with that, Amy started to stroke then softly caress Maria’s arms with her whole hands and rested her head against Maria’s, giving a clear signal of compliance.Amy felt kisses moving down her neck and Maria’s arms uncrossing and moving under her shirt to caress her soft, flat belly. She sighed and closed her eyes as they moved up towards her firm breasts. The touch. But she wouldn’t. My husband? No. It would kill him. It would be the end of us. Not even him. My brother… there, I said it. My brother. God, my little brother. What happened scares me. He scares me. No, that’s not right. We scare me. So it’s time that I write it all down. Now, before I go crazy. Where do I begin? Italy ? Intoxicating, sun drenched Italy. Up north, where you can see the snow-crested Alps from Lago Maggiore on a clear day. * Gerry was laughing as he pressed the accelerator of our.