When she is telling me something off-color, she touches my arm. Finally, the conversation slows down. My mind is starting to wander, like my eyes and ... suspect she might have other thoughts on her mind too. When the waiter comes to offer us another drink, we both reluctantly agree that we have had enough. Now what.The waiter brings the bill, and she insists on paying. She writes her room number down in large digits: 1947. There it is. She settles up with the waiter, and we linger. The last few. Saturday, I had to make a few additional adjustments to stop the varsity trying to coach the JV. It was slowing down practice.Coach Haps had me and a few others both on JV and varsity to return after lunch to work on some special drills and exercises. Ugh ... I hated running up and down the damn stadium steps. We’d done that a lot that year, and I was not enjoying doing it an additional fifteen minutes on a Saturday when I could have been soaking in my jet tub, putting together my go-karts, or. Then mom said that it was not often, maybe four or five times in the last couple of years. My cock grew harder at the thought of my mom doing some stranger in the parking lot or the back of a club. I was not sure what else to say so I told her any man would be lucky to have sex with her and that I thought she would be a great sex partner. Then mom asked me if I ever thought about sex with her? I told her sure I did, I was thinking about it right now. This seemed to make her happy as she looked. And this is the incident which made my dream come true.I’m living a bachelor’s life in Ahmadabad while working in an IT firm.In my building there are 2 flats on each of the floors (there are 10 floors & we are living on 9th floor). There is lot of space in between 2 flats and both the flats on our floor belong to our owner. He stays in one of the flat and other is rented to us. He is a business man of around 40 name is Mahesh and his wife Sneha is 36. They have a son Raj 14 and beautiful.