. other incentives..." Melissa puffed. "Actually... I... have incentives... but... when I'm pushing these pedals... they're too far away..." You need ... distraction," Mac told her. "Something to take your mind off what you're doing." Uh huh," Melissa panted. "Well, there's you..." Mac snorted, and Melissa pressed, "Gee, I can look, can't I?"Mac snorted. "Sure." Why aren't you nude?" Melissa panted. "I bet... you aren't... shy..."Mac eyed her. "I just noticed the sign myself. Do you need that. She was wearing a string bikini. She had been working out and had lost about 20 pounds. She laid down on the floor and got comfortable.In trying to hold my composure I asked, "What am I focusing on?" Yes."I had her roll over so I could start with her head in my lap for two reasons. The first was my hands weren't greasy yet and the second was, I was not way turned on yet, emitting a scent that was undeniable but looking at her, it wouldn't take long.I started the massage and she was very quiet.. Mom looked very hot in the transparent red saree with her boobs popping out of her blouse. Since I talk about sex to her I squeezed mom’s ass while walking on the road and put my hands in between the crack in her ass.As mom loves me a lot she just looked at me and said,” MOTHER FUCKER, you love my ass ha!!!!!.”. At the end of the road as we neared I saw many women dressed skimpily and going out with passerby. I asked mom who they were and she said that they were prostitutes. I requested mom to. I sat behind a sun lounger by our patio doors and waited. Two minutes later, I saw the old man get up from the shadows, open his sliding door and go in. I figured he'd stayed up to watch us. This was kind of creepy, but thrilling at the same time.This happened the next night too, but I didn't tell my wife. I had her getting up naked to get beers, turning the pool lights on. Knowing he was in hiding gave me a rush. He could surely see our every movement from his elevated position. Thoughts ran.