I was enjoying the moment. Suddenly the person sitting behind the person who was riding started whispering something and the rider moved even more clo...e to us. I thought they wanted to have a close view of my wife’s butt crack.Soon I realised their plan was to touch my wife. I could have turned back and stopped them. Something stopped me from doing so, as I was excited about their plan. I knew my wife would stare or do the needful if she realises something fishy. The person who was riding kept. It kind of hurt but I couldn't do anything against it, I didn't even know her name, her age, or why she even moved here.She probably wouldn't be interested in a home-schooled girl who was kicked out of the academy.I sighed as I was done preparing their order and went out with the tray of drinks and the sweets, putting it on their table and giving both their things I turn around to leave.A few minutes later while I was on my phone the door was opened again and the bell dinged, I looked up and. Should she or shouldn’t she? The dress that she would be wearing required that she not wear a bra. She had worn it twice before and knew that wouldn’t be a problem. Her breasts were large enough to hold the dress well in position. She had placed two pair of black panties on the bed. One was a simple black thong, the other a sexy, lacy black cheeky brief. Her legs would be covered with a pair of luscious black stockings, reaching up her legs to about four inches from her panties. As she stood. His head was pressed to her cheek and she could sense his breath, faintly reeking of stale smoke. Karen turned away and Junior nestled in behind, his hand still pressed to her nipple.It felt weird to have another body cuddling into her like this, she thought. Weird, perhaps, but nice all the same. He was warm and, dare she admit it, loving.Gentleness had come easy to Junior, once she'd got him to calm down a little. As a lover, he was unselfish and caring - asking her frequently if what he was.