“Are your parents here?” I asked, feeling really stupid and like a goody two-shoes after asking. Yamamoto was forty years old and she was much more…bigger. Porn I bowed back and replied, “Nice to meet you Akiko-san.”
She smiled but before she turned around to make lunch, she looked me straight in the eye and winked. “I didn’t really mean for us to go that far.” She said. This was going really far as my hand suddenly found itself rubbing the bare back of my partner. At the door, I was just about to press the doorbell when the door swung open, taking me by surprise. Yamamoto saying something in Japanese which I’m guessing meant “I’m home,” and we pried ourselves out from the long, deep kiss. I kissed harder and Kazuna kissed back and we were hotter than ever before.
