...An even bigger grin and a deeper wink. Her foot now moved along the length of my shaft, pushing a little harder as she stroked her foot against m.... This went on for a while; she just lent back in her chair and acted like nothing in the world mattered. Then I could not resist... What's good for the goose and all that....Let’s see what she can take.....I started to move my foot against her leg...Her skin against my bare toes was soft and felt very silky. My toes were moving against her. I watched her struggle with the spare for only a moment before walking out to her to see if I could give her a hand. “Pardon me, but could the lovely damsel in distress use the services of a knight in shiny armor?” She assessed me for a moment then said, “I blew a tire on my car and I’m really not that mechanically inclined, so sure – if you’re willing to help, I’d be very grateful.” I grabbed hold of the obviously used tire on a slightly rusted rim and pulled it out of the trunk. The dull. Steve knew his faults better than anybody else and he had no illusions about any social prospects. It simply didn't bother him. Despite this, the Wednesday evening rendezvous had proved enjoyable. They had chatted at length about things medical and consequently, the weekly evenings became a regular event. Invariably, Zac accompanied Steve, as he did everywhere the man went, and Vicky began to jokingly refer to him as Steve's chaperone. Deep down, Vicky was as fond of Zac as she was of. This is my second story sharing with you after a long gap of 4 years. I was busy with my post graduation at the hospital. Please ignore mistakes if any and enjoy the story.I want to share a story which happened a few months back with my land lord’s wife when he was out of the station. Coming to the story. It is about a woman whom I dreamt of fucking from the day I saw her. She is 37 years old, gorgeous lady with the status of 36 34 36.She was the wife of the landlord where I was staying. Many.