”“Okay, Cara, here’s how we can do that. Let’s meet in my car. We can talk and see where our fantasies lead us.”I was so scared…and so aro...sed. I couldn’t think straight. But I knew I had to do this. I couldn’t just go on with my fantasies, so I said, “Okay, Keith, if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”“Good…Here’s a plan: You wear only a raincoat and heels. In a half-hour, meet me at the 7-Eleven at the corner of 17th Street and Grove. I’ll be parked in a quiet corner. We can talk, you can take. She looks awesome and stunning when in a saree. No man can take his eyes off her when she walks…she walks like a deer shaking her ass inviting and forcing every man to get in to his own fantasy of screwing her some day on bed.Since we stay in the same apartment we have experienced the admiration we both have had for each other’s looks and we never took it beyond a meaningful smile.Few months back her husband husband was out of town and she was alone with her son. That afternoon I had stepped. For her fifteenth birthday my wife gave Bethany a box with a whole bunch of sex toys in it. She describes them. There is a vibrating banana with a monkey near one end. When inserted deep into her pussy the monkey rubs against her clitoris and then vibrates everything when turned on. She was given a dildo that looked just like an ear of corn-on-the-cob and apparently it felt so good that she slept with it in her pussy for a whole month. Anyway the box had a butt plug, nipple clips, and a. I'm just bummed that I missed the whole thing. I didn't even get to watch."Alan was bee-lining for the refrigerator to get a bite to eat. "It was pretty cool, but you've done it with Mom twice, so it's not like there's a big secret ending." He was trying to stop them from getting horny and excitable, as usually happened around breakfast-time.Katherine still griped, "I know, but it was historic. Someone should have been taking photos or something."Susan wiggled her bare ass at him, and said.