"I didn't know you would be here." I said, "I thought I was alone." "I'm sorry. I'll go." he said shyly. "Is that what you want?" I asked holding his ...tare. "Really?" "I... um... I don't know." he stammered. His eyes kept drifting to my tits. I raised my hands and stroked them. "Do you like them?" his face told me he did, "Do you want to touch them?" I had no idea why I was trying to tempt him. I love my husband and I have never looked at another man in my life. But right now, feeling as. I slept on the couch, she in the bed. She got up at 6 am, just in time to find breakfast ready for her on the nightstand. By the time I got out of the shower, she was taking hers. When she got out, all our luggage was loaded and we did a quick sweep of the apartment before locking up, then dropped the spare keys off at the Stewart's next door.It was a long drive, but we had it planned all the way. We stopped in Macon, Georgia for the night. The room was small, but cheap. We tossed a coin over. As I enter the kitchen, I see a back door. I open it and turn the light on. I’m in the garage and no one else is there. I close the door behind me. I need to liberate myself. The pressure inside me is becoming unbearable. I walk around and I see a canary yellow and black 530KTM motocross bike on a stand. It was well-maintained and standing there like a prized possession. It is polished and on display. I walk over to it, running my fingers along it, feeling the smooth paint job and the leather. ” Paul came up with his casual attitude and easy smile, in baggy cords and battered trainers, “I thought I might be early.”“Hi! Early?” Grace took her phone out and looked. “It’s twenty-five to.”The clack of boots on the corridor floor announced Mia’s arrival before she swept in. Long jacket, short skirt, high boots laced all the way up the front. All pale blue. Grace wished she could look like that. Though it must have taken five minutes just to put those boots on.“Hi,” Mia smiled round, till.