My life has changed because of you.” She squeezed my hands as I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish, Richard, let me explain.” I nodded. “Go...d, thank you. My life changed thirty-odd years ago because of you and it’s happening all over again. You probably don’t realise but I’ve stopped doing my usual things. For instance, I haven’t been to the camera club in weeks, I haven’t been out to take any photos, I’ve not been to see my friends. All I’ve done is sit here, waiting for you to make. I became free i called her in phone.She is rich.So she recharge my mobile(ie recharge).Next Friday she invited for lunch.I accepted and reached there at 12.30.pm.Shali is in school.Sheeba is in white dress.its transparent.I could see her panties and brazier. Its yellow bra.I was sitting in sofa.Sheeba was sweeping the floor .I could see almost all part of her boobs .Its shaking.Now saw the structure of her body.My mind told me something to catch her boobs.But how?i got feared.She is 36 and i am. She started moving slowly, at first, damn, the heat was tremendous surrounding my dick, then picked up speed. She was sopping wet and was soaking me as all kinds of juice dribbled out of her hot snatch. Mike stood at the side of the bed and pulled her willing head over to his wet creamy dick and she swallowed it and worked her mouth around it. That made me even hotter watching her lips stretched around my brother-in-law’s big rod. She managed to do that while riding me wildly and having more. If there's more than one passenger the taxi driver has the luxury of choosing which person he wants to become when the ride is over. Apparently, I had to tell the passenger I chose to have a nice night or life, and the swap would take place. To seal it, the journal suggested giving the new driver a hundred dollar tip. It didn't say what would happen if you didn't but I saw no reason to be cheap at such a life-changing moment. Let some future driver try not to give a tip and find out. I rode out.