“You mean like this? On your clit? That’s what it’s called.” She said as she started rubbing her clit too.--I nodded and kept going before lon... I started to feel that painful pressure and stopped. “See, now it hurts.”--Jamie got up and sat between my legs. “Don’t stop, it starts feeling better after that.”--”But it hurts, I don’t want to.” I whined.--”Then I will for you.” She said and started rubbing my clit. I started squirming.--”But Jamie, it feels weird.” I said in a slight moan.--Then she. The man showed up right on time, lets call him Sameer. He said we should take a walk. We started talking about what each of us do. Finally we reached a nice little spot with trees and bushes all around us. He suggested we sit down and we sat down at a nearby bench. He now started talking about why we had met. He explained he and his wife both from Punjab had immigrated here sometime back. It was after they came here that he disclosed to his wife that he was bisexual. His wife was at first. It was like a Hooter’s went wild west. That was when Donna leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You got some drool on your chin, little brother.”“What? Um ... no. I’m just wondering if this is the right place for us.”“Sure. I don’t mind. Our volleyball uniforms cover less. Plus, chances of anyone either of us know will come in and see us is slim,” she said taking my hand in hers again.One of the waitress came over and Donna requested the secluded corner booth, which seemed to suit the nature. I knew she was married, and thought that was who she was looking for. No, I gave him his ticket and he said if he could get out early enough he would be here, but I wont hold my breath. Does he have to work today? Thats what he said, but Im not sure if he does or if he is just being a little shit and decided not to come to this thing. My wife is being a shit, thats why she isnt here. She didnt even want her ticket in case she changed he mind. My husband took his ticket, but like I.