When i started the drive she was feeling uncomfortable at backside . she informed me that she would like to sit in the front seat with me. I agreed fo... by thinking some hot things may happen . I stopped the car at the side , she got down from the back seat and again jumped to the front seat . As she entered i asked her for a long drive . She told that she have time till 9.00 pm in the night, so we started the drive on Hosur road. while driving i had to apply brakes a lot as that was a very busy. About half a dozen other people were walking along the street we were on, none of them closer than thirty yards."Well?" I pushed.She still hadn't said anything, her mouth was opening and closing, a bit like a beached fish, inarticulate noise were slipping past her lips."No, Oh well you had your chance." I turned to leave, before I'd taken a couple of paces she called out."Wait, please wait." I looked back over my shoulder."Here, you mean I have to get them out here, now?" Yes, that's right,. “ROBS WIFE. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH.” read the comment. That’s where I must have met her. A few months ago I went to a party at Rob’s house. As my mind slammed on the brakes, the outside world coming to a halt, a little observation crossed my mind like a subway reader board. ...Rob’s away this week at a conference… ...She’s probably home alone…Coming out of my fixation, I shook myself back into my surroundings, as if waking out of a dream. Getting up from the desk, I walked around the gym, making. I opened my eyes and pretended to be shocked she chuckled i thought Id find you here i just laughed back and grabbed her foot and licked the sole and a few toes she was looking around trying to look normal but let out a little moan i think i should come in, someone might see i moved over and she sat opposite me we had light chit chat about my work and what she is doing then i felt it her feet sliding up the inside of my shorts, thanks to the water my sensitive head was fine to be touched. i.