Troy, Maria ( and Me )
“Admit it, you do want to fuck her, I can see by the way you look at her, it’s true isn’t it ?” We were in the car, on the way home from a friend’s barbecue. We had left early as my wife, Maria had not reacted well to the amount of time I had spent chatting to Vikki, one of her best friends. Vikki is a very tactile lady, always touching your hand or wrist when making a point in conversation. Also she gets more and more fl...