Agar zayada kuch kiya toh nikaal dunga is jannat se…..Yeh bol ker hamne us gharib bhikari ko peecha baitha liye……Woh bahut patla aur kala tha. U...ke kapde bhi kaafi purane the per woh saaf lag raha tha…..Accha baba ek kaam karo….Kuch dare ke liye meri biwi tumhari hai….Jo karna hai ker sakte ho per puch lene ke baad….Aise kiya to bahaar…..Theek hai sahab…..Yeh bol ker maine apni biwi ko ishaara kiya ki woh peeche baith jaaye bhikari ke saath…..Woh peeche chali gayi aur us bhikari ke saath baith. "We did that. I was only in the garage long enough to lean the guitar against the wall on the hinge side of the door. I didn't necessarily have to bring my guitar with me, but I didn't want to start out, find that I needed to collect more manna, and not have it.I went back inside and stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the little hallway that the laundry room, small bathroom, basement stairs, and backdoor all came off of. "Hey, Mom, I'm going for a bike ride. Is it OK if I go to the. Stop right here and I will fill your tire.” He replied ignoring the second half of my comment. “You don’t have to do that, I can do it myself, I know how!” But before I finished my comment he was already out of the car and headed for the hose to fill up my tire. I looked in the mirror and decided to put on a little more lipstick, I also pulled my skirt up a little baring some more leg, my skirt was now just about two or three inches below my panties. When Buddy returned to my car, I noticed. .. my raging hard on had not subsided! She looked at it and with a satisfied grin said 'lets go". By then it was getting a bit dark but you could still drive without lights. Again the topic of her top came up and I reached forward to feel the cloth once again. This time I became bolder and actually touched her tits.She made no attempt to remove my hand so I kept it there feeling her tit and that long nipple. I drove the car into a isolated lane and stopped it. Not a word was exchanged. My hand.